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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