Happy New Year

 

                               

A new year comes, leaving us older,

with memories to ponder about.
There’s no turning back the hands of the clock
but that’s never reason to pout

for with each year that passes us over

a sprinkling of wisdom descends,
leaving us richer than ever before
as we reap all the year’s dividends,

New friends we’ve made, places we’ve seen,

new revelations of truth,
a knowledge of living, not known in the past
and not to be learned in our youth.

Yes, a new year comes, and an old one goes,

We bequeath to history, the past;
'though we can’t turn back the hands of the clock.
We can hold treasured memories fast.
                                            -Joy Stalvey Barefoot