Farewell 2022, this is it.
You have been a doozy, I must admit.
Relentless and trying but still full of hope for better.
Farewell, 2022—my personal auld lang syne letter.
Thank you for thirty-nine, a miraculous eighty-three, and a sweet six.
For all the questions you did and didn’t answer, the problems you did and didn’t fix.
Farewell to the losses and the big wins too.
The Big Ten, Hail, yes! ‘Cause, it’s always, GO BLUE!
Farewell 2022 and the disappointment from those I thought could never.
Stuff breaks down; people fall off. But night won’t last forever.
2022—tWitch dead at age 40 by suicide.
A choking reminder that sometimes life can be a difficult, dark ride.
But it won’t break me. I’ll come out even better than before—Tasha sang it best.
Holding to that something down deeper than the darkness.
Farewell 2022; thank you, God, for Your grace, and thank You for Your favor.
Thank You for Oprah, and thank You for Ava!
Farewell 2022; the storm is over now.
It’s over now. Take your final bow.
Farewell to your unhappiness, narcissism, and pain.
Your ghetto and worrisome days—may we never meet again.
Farewell to your stirrups, platform shoes, hot pink, and feathers.
Farewell 2022, but Wakanda Forever.
Thank you for your hard lessons.
Thank you for the opportunity to sow and reap blessings.
Farewell 2022. Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Godspeed as we start a new beautiful year tomorrow.
It is well. It is well with my soul, whatever my lot.
God, I pray for your guidance, whatever the ensuing plot.
Thank you, 2022, for your special moments, big and small.
Farewell 2022, applause, applause…curtain call.
