by Freeyad Ibrahim
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At the beginning of every new year, 
I used to dream in my youth, 
and that a new year added a year of
wisdom, 
knowledge, 
skill, 
and strength to me
it made my life glow 
When I reached sixty, I reached the top 
and my dreams came true 
For the first time, ever since
I feel anxious about a new year 
My dreams turned into nightmares
I began to look at years 
with different eyes old and new
An overwhelming feeling overwhelmed me 
That I am moving downhill from the top
My new year Green Tree turned yellow 
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FRYAD HUGO                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    