i am the new year
i am unused, unspotted, without blemish.
i stretch before you three hundred sixty-five days long.
i will present each day in its turn, a new leaf in the book of life, for you to place upon it your imprint.
it remains for you to make of me what you will;
if you write with firm, steady strokes, my pages will be a joy to look upon.
if the pen falters, if uncertainty or doubt mar the page, it will become pain.
i am the new year.
during each hour of the three hundred sixty-five days, i will give you sixty minutes that have never known the use of man.
white and pure, i present them;
it remains for you to fill them with sixty seconds of love, hope, endeavor, patience and trust.
i am the new year.
i am here--
but once past,
i cannot be recalled.
make me your best!
- joe orth
KylaBabe Community Member 
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