The year comes to an end, and it is now that I am deep in thought,

For it is an ending, but more, it is a beginning,

In this time that has past, have I found what I sought?

Will I make the leap into next year, one of losing, or winning?

Is there much that I will leave behind, once this year has bowed for the following,

And will it keep balance for all the things I’ll find in time?

Will I be faced with problems to big for swallowing?

Whatever it is, one thing I will do, and I’ll never stop. I’ll climb.

A/N: I hope you like this one. I have just discovered the beauty of classical music.(and for someone my age thats a big step) I think it affects my writing. Please tell me if you noticed, if not, don't worry :) please comment and rate!
Oh, and I want to thank everybody who has helped me on my way, with comments and messages. I am very grateful. Have a happy new year and hopefully a new year full of poetry. Best wishes xx

Chantal Lammerts

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/next-year/