The Crossover Poem by Wegolonyo Erick

It was worst,
It was best.
We are walking,
No time for talking.
This is the crossover
Into another year,
Everything was good
And all of us should.
What was never fair,
Tomorrow, let's tend to our care.
It is not far away
To the kingdom we know nor its way.
All what was, was,
That, that shall come it is for us.
Every year that comes,
Everyone prays it is calm.
And what is behind
Leave for the past to define,
As for the day tomorrow
Our prayers should seize its sorrows.
Twenty twenty three
I can't say was free
For it was my worst
As well was my worst.
That year made we march
Finding things never that match
Either alone my desires
Or I guess yours either.
That be that, and I hope
Twenty twenty four, one new slope.
Aside all that every your regret,
When a fresh age shall help to forget;
What was ever worry
Just pity and say sorry.
A fresh year starts,
It is yet another wheel of chart.
Where you were young,
I pray you grow strong.
Where you lost,
I pray you find frost
That can melt away troubles
Which were solid bubbles.
Where you were a failure,
I pray you clutch a spirit to persevere
Through the valley of wander
Uphill to the land of wonder.
Where there was disease,
I pray you crossover the other side of peace.
Where there was wrangles,
I pray you get outta that jungle.
Where there was poverty,
May you prosper in prosperity.
It was that year to fear
But may we let be a pivot of crossover.