An old year withers, a new one sprouts
The people celebrate with spirits and shouts
But is this something so special to learn
Perhaps just a page of a calendar turned

I don’t remember just what I did
One week ago, let alone last April mid
This time, it’s funny it goes all so fast
And never, never seems to ever quite last

The old they yearn of the days back then
The young cry for only the days just how and when
It seems so sad, to wish for much more
Or less is much of the same old kind of bore

If I can be grateful for the breath I just took
The rose I am smelling or the comfort of a good book
Or the taste and the feeling of my lover’s lips a kiss took
I need not try think that my day is mistook


The world is full of turmoil, war and decay
How can I be happy if I look too far away
If I am burdened with unhappy thoughts
I need just to start a brand new day now brought

A second, a minute an hour or two
And my life will change if I just try to do
Something for someone other than me
My soul and my heart are in sweet harmony

If I can live in the moment or day
The blessings that come I can’t even say
Too many lost weeks or months on the vine
Are taken away one day at a time