poem

Life is full of new beginnings.
Some change may come,
something is sure to come,
to close one chapter and begin another.

Life is planned just so, . . .
that there should be a break from former link and habit,
often from imperfection and mistake,
and a clear, clean start for the fulfilment
of the best one has grown to,
even in desire, unhampered by the poorest one
has ever happened to be,
or to get credit for