New Beginnings
I used to count the days until I leave,
But now I count those I have left.
Each day brings another memory
That I won’t easily forget.
A new journey, a new frontier,
A new chance to live and learn.
Life begins anew next year,
Yet it’s the past for which I yearn.
This is my first big step;
Before, I counted ‘til I was here,
But now I look back and regret
That I only counted year after year.
So now I count the days that remain
Until my new life, a new counting game.
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