Fare thee well two thousand eleven
You had high points which outweighed the lows
You gave me joy and a touch of heaven
As I saw my dream fulfilled as the work flowed
To the pages of a book and onto readers so dear
To find my work touching others was good to hear
So now two thousand twelve will come creeping, bringing more cheer
As I hope to release four books for readers to enlist fear
And plot points to enjoy,books with murders, with vampires
And family units will spill onto Kobos, Sonys, and Kindles Fires
This New Year two thousand twelve will be the best yet
I hope for readers and myself so no need to fret
That the year two thousand eleven is gone
For time it always marches on.
But we grow, move on and fulfill
Our wishes and dreams that time cannot still
So we embrace the scary and the new
And make it, the new year a rosy hue.
© Sheilagh Lee December 30, 2011
Love this little poem! I write romance and erotica instead of horror or mysteries, but I still really related to your sentiments here :)
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ReplyDeleteSheilagh, may all your dreams come true in the year 2012! I was Grinchy before Christmas, but then it was the best ever... and now I see a new way to look at the year to come, thanks to many bloggers, including you! Sorry I've answered your comment so late, but we are mid-move and I am the CEO of the outfit! Peace, Amy
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that had to be hard moving this time of year,I hope the move went smooth.all the best to you and yours this new year Amy.
ReplyDeleteWishing you a new year as rosy as the rosy hue of your poem!
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