We entered the year with baby steps,
Ending it with a weary trudge.
So much has happened,
Just in a year抯 time.
A year of growth and learning,
A year of bitter and sweet,
A year of old and new,
A year to place in our scrapbook of life.
Now a new book is waiting,
It's pages pure and white.
New baby steps again,
A New Year to write.
This little poem comes with a wish,
That your New Year will be bright.
That it's pages will be filled,
With memories of much delight.
Happy New Year
[ Last edited by nanamiri at 26-12-2007 08:12 PM ] |