As ole Father Time
dodders to a new year,
the whole world unites
to celebrate and cheer.
For some, it’s parties
with music and dance.
For others, it’s gifts
with love and romance.
For some, it’s banquets
with seven courses.
For others, it’s fireworks
with sky-lit auroras.
But tonight, I’ll count
all of my blessings.
And thank the Lord
for all His miracles.
For you are one of them.
You make it worthwhile.
You’re one of the reasons.
You mean a lot in my life.
So, it is with gratitude
that I say to you my dear –
Thanks for all you do
and a Happy New Year.
wordsofhope 
Rupali anuty this poem was the best. When I read it I felt like it was New Year,but it was not today.
Thank you Mishika. I’m happy to read your comments. Every day can be a celebration, isn’t it?