We can choose to forget or remember
Depending upon our current reality
We are now just past December
Last signs, youthful vitality
Truth a mere lost vanity
Younger years, days gone by
Sparing all humanity
Hopes, dreams, say goodbye
Amidst the rush, long winter storm
Nights and days lose all form
Tell us why we should conform
Live we shall to transform
These dire times to be overcome
Onward, upward, way beyond
So much left to become
Then alas waves life’s magic wand
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Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
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Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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Poetic Alchemist 
So enjoyed this poem!
Happy New year to you, Don!
I think we’re musing in the same trough these days.
And great photos, by the way. I especially like the horse and buggy shots.
Accidentally stumbled upon your website while googling for poems. I have enjoyed them thoroughly. Thanks for posting. Willing be looking for your book at the book store.