A new year

A new year, a new morning after the night
that rises in my life,
with unknown things waiting,
with people showing their friendship and love

with new hope
and in the mirror the same face,
the sky as always blue and open
when night folds for the day

and in the distance cars are hooting,
church bells are ringing in joy,
people are giving wishes and greeting each other
as if the year points to great, happy things

and everybody is jolly and glad
are feeling exuberant and free.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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