Turning New Pages
The old year softly shuffles out, never to return;
The new year is welcomed with whistles and bells and dancing at
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
A chance to do the things put off, so good memories are stored
©Joan Adams Burchell