The Curtain Call

The Curtain Call

The year bows out, its tale complete,

A mosaic of moments, bitter and sweet.

Time’s canvas streaked with highs and lows,

A masterpiece only the heart knows.

Goals half-met, dreams half-chased,

Lessons learned, none gone to waste.

Failures whisper, “You’re still here,”

Victory hums in the passing year.

December’s chill, a quiet muse,

Invites reflection, ignites the fuse.

What will you craft as the clock rewinds?

A future shaped by daring minds.

Write a letter, paint the skies,

Plant new seeds, let old things die.

Dance in the echoes of laughter and tears,

Wrap up the year with creative cheers.

For as one chapter meets its end,

The blank page beckons—your dearest friend.

Dream boldly, paint without fear,

Here’s to the art of a brand-new year.