Being the longest day on earth
Twenty first, June, middle of the year
pauses yet another milestone for me
Counting mile after mile, right along
stepping on all kinds of rugged terrains
passing numerous ups and downs
being tired, reached a plateau
somewhat calm and peaceful
Is it a fresh start or an ending?
or a matter for celebration and joy?
or a matter for grief and repent?
I ponder........!
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Reflections of life! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.