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.
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