Twenty Eighteen Poem by Anthony Anthonia

Staring at the poemhunter ad, "2018 is almost over, write what the year means to you and share it with us", now all of me feel a pressure to write, " I want to write something, what do I write" that desire, that craving to write something but no idea what to even scribble, I am driven back to the question again " what did this year mean to you? " Well sitting in the church now about to spend the last few hours of the year, I could as well reflect on what2018 has been for me.who am I kidding? , I can't concentrate, the only two things that comes to mind is " in no time the catechist will announce the normal mass intentions" and that" what for me has just begun was about to end for the whole world,2018", well I may not come face to face with 2018 again but one thing is certain she sure gave me bags of joy, happiness, disappointment, inferior feelings, trouble, fun and laughter.maybe I could not decipher between good and bad, yet by God's grace I still breathe.So long 2018 its been a lovely ride from January to December.At least I am sure to see my 18th year at your expense