The Dawn Of The Year Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor

Who thought that I
Will see this new
Dawn of the day, the
First born of a year

That yields hope to
All ages and racess,
So let's rise and raise
Glasses, not for the

Best bear, but to a
Better tomorow, I heard
Rumors of your coming
And for once gossips

Were right, not wrong.
Let the past things
Pass away, as the new
Year sways in, I cherish

This day as a mortal
Man, for every moment
Might be our last, so
No more slinker, no

More stinker, wining and
Dining is now a sour
Swine, gone are times of
Chassing pleasure, rather

Than treasure, let the
Odd things die with the
Old years, and let, s fight
And fantasize on the coming

Ecstasy, and usher in a
Fair future brighter than
Anything we could ever
Imargin, a paradise earth