Turning New Pages
The old year softly shuffles out, never to return;
The new year is welcomed with whistles and bells and dancing at
every turn.
The old year was our yesterday, unique one way or another;
This year - still a mystery, will be unlike any other.
There's no rehearsal - one day at a time - each a new page to
begin;
A chance to do the things put off, so good memories are stored
within.
©Joan Adams Burchell
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