The New Year

~anonymous

May the year that is dawning
So fresh and so pure,
Be full of the pleasures
That always endure.

The sunshine of love,
The joy of kind deeds,
The brightness of smiles
That the sad world so needs.

The kindly word uttered,
The angry unspoken:
The merry heart’s laughter,
To heal the hearts broken.

And when the New Year
Has grown old and gray,
May you give it back spotless
And pure as today.

~xo,
LuAnne