ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Birds can’t fly unless they open their wings,
They soar through the air and their voices sing,
If we flew that high by opening a door,
We could make things happen and so much more.
As a new year arrives and minutes fly,
Will we arrive at our place in the sky,
We strive for success, we hope for the best,
We hope that our goals will finally be met.
A second chance once again is our gift,
Forget all that’s past, to a new plan shift,
With every new day, we begin once more,
But first we must open our own front door.