A New Year For The Poor
Though we make the most of New Year's Day,
Smiles stand far from some in dark,
For us it's the time to make the hay,
Yet for some this day leaves no mark.
Though we will be chorus and often carols,
They will be singing their road-side strains,
And we will be dreaming of toys and dolls,
But they will be wishing a hand, full of grains.
Longer and longer our smiles shall run,
But they will be in darkness finding their home,
Sleeping under moonlight far alone,
And won't be knowing that New Year has come.
This day is indeed to make it great,
But by bringing smiles to those we hate.