. . . . and then we start it all over again . . . Jan. 1, 2025

Gary Hunter
Jan 1
1 min read

a New Year feels like a new race

fresh starting line ahead

finish line just behind

so we line up and wait

for January 1st to fire the gun and

off we go in a slow jog

on that cross-country road

wishing and praying that with this

year’s terrain we’ll better maneuver

the watery potholes and jagged rocks

and find ourselves in an improved

place at year’s end

hopefully more than a weak stone’s

throw from where last year ended

how fortunate and well run

are those who find themselves

in a place they don’t recognize

slightly out of breath from

the fresh view and the realization

an uncommon miracle came true

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