On the mountain of retrospection, we soberly reflect
The evergreen year of yesterday is now deciduous
The golden hands of time has stricken it
The year has gracefully grayed
Ready to abdicate its seat for a new King to usurp
The song of the giant clock of life is fading
Let men climb the mountain of retrospection and reflect
On the mountain of retrospection, we soberly reflect
How the trails of our uncertain steps remain conspicuous in the valley of the year
Victory was an oasis in the wilderness of battles
The well of faith rejuvenated us when we fainted
Hope was our pasture in the field of despair
Though battered, we hurdled temptations and heckled struggles
Our scars remain our testament
From the mountain of retrospection lies a great view of the year’s landscape
Beautiful terraces of hope carved out of our resilience
A dense forest of unfulfilled dreams
Sparkling streams of joy satiating every panting soul
Green lawns of blessings and rocks of disappointment
When we stumbled and fell on our swords, courage silenced the chaotic noise of failure
On the mountain of retrospection, we reminisce our growth,
applaud our crowns and wear the lens of an eagle.
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Rebecca Eduah is a Ghanaian banker whose writing journey started as a hobby. She believes when an ink sinks, it imprints boldly on the mind. She hopes to impact her readers with her audible indelible ink. Enjoy the speaking of her writing.
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