Every morn is a new beginning,
A fresh start in the battle of life,
A sweet invitation to conquer
The ills of the storm and the strife.
Yesterday's errors are over and gone;
Yesterday heartaches, sorrows and pain
Are healed by the balm of the quiet night
And will never come back again.
Each new year, a door to the future,
The key in the keeping of all,
A room full of wonderful treasures
Adorning its luminous wall.
The old year with its failures and losses
Fades away like the mists of the sea,
All its wrongs, its tears and unkindness
Are lost in the swell of eternity.
~Grace M. Candland