A most surreal year it’s been,
As everyone has seen.
But we expected just as much
In Twenty Seventeen.

For after such a train wreck
Of a year that was the last,
It only stands to reason
That we’d feel we’ve aged so fast!

We’ve seen the worst offenses made
Against democracy
And been forced to endure the most
Blatant hypocrisy.

Some relatives think all is fine,
Or so they boast with pride.
(I smile at them politely
While I’m screaming deep inside.)

Yet though current events have put
My patience to the test,
Far from the worst of all my years,
For me, this was the best!

I left the world I knew behind
To start my life anew.
And every day, I’m grateful
To be with my love so true.

I’ve worked as hard as ever
To achieve my author dreams.
(It’s true that writing novels
Is much harder than it seems.)

So here’s to one more year past as
A brand new one draws near.
May Twenty Eighteen prove to be
A less surreal year!

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