Twenty Twenty Three by Ivan Guerrero Najera

Twenty Twenty Three

Plans are made to be
Goals reflect our hope
This year passed
It didn't last, or fell or broke
Stay right here with me

Let's put away the Christmas tree
And the winter mope
2022 amassed
Recovery, steadfast. No joke
Come hold my hand and see

The future holds the key
An upward slope
A struggle arriving fast
Today, I know that you awoke
To welcome the task with me

Fulfill the you you've set to be
The length of your own jump rope
The height of your own mast
Your greatest self, evoke
And I'll follow your lead in 2023


by Ivan Guerrero Najera

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