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Years have come and gone, As each one brings hope; The new year does dawn, Leaving what we cope. For some a new year, Brings us more despair; Causing us more fear, Like no one does care. We look to the new, To end from the past; With a point of view, Of troubles you cast. For where you do stand, Feels like solid rock; But is sinking sand, With a backwards clock. It keeps you in doubt, If it is better; A new year of draught, Or of a red letter. So what will it be, A year of despair; Or able to see, Answers to my prayer. Will I in the crowd, Look up in the sky; And see on a cloud, Relief with a sigh. Will it be ignored, Of the trumpet sound; As we see the Lord, In being earth bound. All is forgiven, If we do believe; And go to Heaven, Salvation receive. The past will be gone, Just as any crime; New life and new dawn, In the end of time. C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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