The year has ended, just
in time.
There couldn't be no better way
to say it.
Roads travelled,
winding and turning.
There couldn't be any way
to walk it.

Love.
Hate.
Bliss.
Frustration.
Matters not
what to feel
or what went by.
Some things are simply
enough
to let it slide
by and by.

At day's end, I turn around
only to find the
collective,
unconditional,
vastness
of life's wonders.
Only could I look back and say,
"I did it my way."
and keep walking along life's eternal roads.

Never faltering
or stopping
or falling.

Or at least I promise myself.
I think.
I hope.
I pray.