By: JP Leddy
Intoxicating, the promise calls our spirits forth
to shed the mistakes and regrets of the past.
Clean the slate and make it white
With champagne toasts and goodwill cheers.
A year ends and a new one ticks in.
We relish the “Happy” as we bring in the “New.”
Our hopes to change, to better, to improve are bright.
The countdown of time lifts hearts from despair.
That the future is new and the road is lined with joy
As old father time departs and baby time is born.
How we live for the new , how it anchors our soul.
How it is simply a rediscovery of our human spirit
where time does not matter but the resolve does.
New is not new at all, but it simply is.
We just need to be reminded that it is there.
Submitted to Thursday Poets Rally Week 36
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