Waxing poetic...

For every friend, for every foe

I stand in awe of the places I will go

So much has past, so much to come

What exactly will this year become

Will I love more, Will I hate less

Will I truly strive to be my best

I dread to live to tell the tale of regrets again

And woulda, shoulda coulda beens

I think I am a woman of grace

I probably think way to much of this face

Lord give me patience with those who offend

Lord grant my humility on my own end

Let me give more, Let me take less

Let me be strong enough to stand my own test

This is the moment where the pendulum swings

Let me soar off the end to explore my own things