Dear 2021
I am wary.
I can't celebrate
you as a whole.
Look too far
down the road.
The old year threw
a sucker punch that
landed everywhere,
put us on the ropes,
took our breath away.
So, I need to
celebrate day-by-day
with a smile in
the morning and a
thank you at night.
Then, on your
Dec. 31st, I'll look
back on all the days.
I hope I will be
sad to see you go.
Happy New Year! Thank you for reading poetry for another year.
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