All Is New

This may be a morning dim, Yet the sun will shine. The day has just begun And all the luck is mine. The week has just started, Birds sing in buoyant welcome; This time around I’ll win As long as I’m calm. The month is still virgin, Not a single day is spent; I will have all the long days Till pleasures begin to torment. The year is new and all is fine, None of my chances is spoilt; More pleasured I will be this year And spend more time under my quilt. Everything’s unsullied new: I’ll use every bit with thoughtful care; I’ll taste all the nectared wines And feel the whispery music of the air.