If I could give you anything this year,
I’d give you all the things you are afraid
To give yourself—the perfect love you fear
You don’t deserve; great success in your trade,
Whatever that may be—the kind of wealth
That keeps the wolf from your financial door—
An optimistic attitude—and health,
Good health, to give old bones new places to explore.
And then I wish you all that you won’t think
You’ll need until some crisis will remind you:
Good friends—the calm to float when others sink—
The heart to put all the bad times behind you—
The strength to love when Fear and Hatred reign
And a great weakness for all souls in pain.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells