May 2009 Propitiously Align.
An uncertain year is us before,
It may fortunate prove or not so.
We are neither certain nor completely sure;
Only subsequent events will show.
But, though we have a confidence sensible,
With which we may, very well, succeed,
If before us is a year yet full,
To its uttermost end we may hold this lead.
Twelve months have yet to unravel;
Their potentialities, in us, to bestow.
Twelve months is a yearlong journey to travel,
And through weeks a plenty must our way thus go.
Our progress then could for dispute be a cause;
But our certainties scarcely should confine.
It hardly the refute of our end ensures,
When propitiously does the year align.
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