Happy New Year.. Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Happy new year
in my hope and blessing,
January is near
new futures caressing.
In its joys and sorrows
sunshine comes and rain,
hope of tomorrows
gladness and its pain.

Life has its breath
dreams becoming true,
likewise, some death
in its times to renew.
year bridges are broken
past goes to the present,
new thoughts are woken
old to the past sent.

Time is like water
going to and fro,
moments it splatter
on its time to go.
Thousands dream blooming
in the ways and will,
hope in far looming
visions of life to fulfill.