Happy New Year

The end of the year calls to mind
All the days left behind
People newly met and those we've lost
Mistakes that were made and what they cost

Happily the year-end also inspires
A rekindling of coals that fire desires
For wishes born out, more laughter and love
More kindness and hope and blessings from above

Every year-end is another's begin
A time to start ...

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