2016's failures and wastage
Will be quite a thing of the past
Each battle fought, or vict'ry won,
Will soon be like the setting sun.
Or like water beneath the bridge
Dead, and stagnant, and still.
For all these things we leave behind
Traveling towards higher ground.
The New Year's failure or success,
The old year never can access.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem