New things are to be welcomed,
Old things are to let go,
Things which remain with us are to hold on,
They give us memories which are yet to sow,
New beginnings begin with celebrations, Old endings end with a goodbye,
But what left with us are the memories, Which are always in our heart to live by, Sometimes there is light,
And sometimes we are in dark,
But its about whether we fight,
And give our best to embark,
The lights that had long subdued to the darkness,
Now start flickering by,
Raising our hopes for the new light of happiness,
To let us bright up our sky.
© jas