You laugh at them. You point your finger and call them a fool. Their silence amuses you, their gentleness becomes your joke, and the crowd joins your laughter as if kindness were weakness. It feels enjoyable today, sweet on your tongue like careless victory. Their patience becomes your stage, their humility your entertainment. But time is a quiet witness. It watches without speaking, It writes its lessons slowly in the turning pages of life. A day will come When laughter turns into tears. The echoes of your mockery will return to your own ears like thunder across an empty sky. Situations will arise without warning, storms without hands to beat you Yet heavy enough to break your pride. Pain will arrive quietly, And you will feel the trembling of a heart that once laughed too loudly. And that fool, that funny person you once mocked, may stand in the distance, not laughing, but witnessing your tears, your shaking voice, Your falling ego. For life has a patient way of bending the tallest p...
It’s another year with you beside me,
A journey written in trust and care,
Love we kept alive through every season,
Guarded gently within our hearts, always there.
We held each other through quiet moments,
Through laughter, storms, and in-between,
Choosing faith when doubts would whisper,
Choosing love where fear had been.
Let this new year bring us more hope,
More reasons to smile, more ways to grow,
Let it draw us closer than ever before,
In ways only two true hearts can know.
May our bond be blessed with patience,
With understanding deep and true,
And if it is God’s destiny for us to stay,
May our love flourish in all we do.
I walk into this year hand in hand with you,
Grateful for all we’ve come through,
With a heart that knows, without a doubt—
I love you, yesterday, today, and every new year too.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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