https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2026/jan/01/ways-to-make-your-life-easier-2026?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

Start the new year by misusing a word!

https://247wallst.com/special-report/2018/10/15/33-words-people-misuse-all-the-time/?tpid=574839&tv=link&tc=in_content

The future is a story not yet told.

Are fantasy and dream creative acts?

The future is still fiction for the bold

We aren’t like concrete set into a mould

And yet we all must die, that is a fact

The future is a story not yet told.

Some may travel through the realms of gold

Taking in the virtues that they lacked

The future is still fiction for the bold

We’re always moving on, life’s not on hold

Selfish day dreams never teach us tact

The future is a story not yet told

Into my dreaming head such thoughts are packed.

Slipping in the mire of all my lacks

The future is a fiction not yet told

The future is a story for the world

The year 2025  is the first year since my sister was born I have not seen her. She was here for part of 2024 but the worst time for me and maybe for her was the diagnosis which she got just before the queen’s funeral. That is when I wrote this poem below

For so long you loved and imitated me

Then we were students at the university

Without you, I won’t feel like anyone

To whom shall I turn when you are gone?

When you’re the one who shared my infant bed

When you’re the one who treasured all I said

When you’re the one I held in the dark night

When you are gone there can be no more light

When the moment comes,I must believe

For trees shall weep their leaves as if bereaved

Then will my sister heart with sadness heave.

Oh do not do not ,do not ,do not leave