I wrote this one this past Friday when feeling like this year (which was a tough one and a growth experience for me) is almost gone. (I also wrote it as a chizuk to remember “Gam zeh yaavor – this too, will pass”.)
The years they fly
Quickly by
As if in a race
Time to chase.
The oceans I’ve cried
Are now dried;
My mad rage
Is of old age;
Of my resentment
There isn’t a fragment;
The surging pain
Didn’t remain;
The time I was embarrassed
Has long since passed;
Of that hurtful remark
There isn’t a mark.
Those times are gone
Time to move on
Leave the memories behind
For new ones to find
Only now they won’t annoy
But bring happiness and joy! (I hope so!)