Why I Don't Write Poetry 1011-6

Another year is ending,
So much that is left pending,
So much water under the bridge,
Too many times falling off the ridge.

The loss of many my heart held dear,
Our eyes clouded with tears.
New life with a cry arrives
Welcomed into our lives.

A year of shouting praise,
Blessed in so many ways.
A year of wiping tears,
Celebrating a life we share.

So much that transpired.
So much that inspired.
A new year to look forward to,
Wishing blessings for you.