Jan 10

THE NEW YEAR

by in Poetry

A brand New Year arrived last night,

It came while I was waiting.

But I did not hear the horns or shouts

Of people celebrating.

Because, you see, I fell asleep.

The old year silently passed out

And the New Year entered in.

But I have a clean new calendar

Which hangs before my eyes

And every day that’s listed

Will hold a new surprise!

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