End of the Year Poems

Here it is the end of the year,

When we feel relief and also feel fear.

What's ahead of us and what is behind,

We never know but it will all be fine.

We've come so far as the future grows near,

All those we leave behind,

The memories so dear.

So here is what we can say on this last day:

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I'm ready to go,

How 'bout you?

By Mr. Ditzler