New

I remember when I first got married.
Everything was new.
New apartment.
New roommate.
New pots.
New dishes.
New knives. (ouch!)
Even new garbage pails.

Every feeling was new.
New love.
New arguments.
New understandings.

The halachos were new.
The experiences were new.

Every day was a new day.

All we were waiting for was a
New baby.

But now, it is just the same old,
Same old.

Until there comes a
New year.