At this time of year, I like to recite this poem that my Dad, M. Vernon Higginson, shared every Fast Sunday in January. It's simply called "New Year".

He came to my desk with a quivering lip, the lesson was done.
Have you a new page for me, Teacher, for I have spoiled this one.
I took his old page, soiled and blotted, and gave him a new one all unspotted,
And into his sad face I smiled and said, "Do better now, my child."

I came to His Throne with an aching heart, the year was done.
Have you a new year for me, Master, for I have spoiled this one.
He took my old year, soiled and blotted, and gave me a new one all unspotted,
And into my sad heart He smiled and said, "Do better now, My Child."
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It's a simple poem. But says what we all probably feel at this time of a New Year. My Dad had it written in his Missionary Journal from 1927-1929. He served his Mission in the East Central States, mostly in Kentucky. That's where he and Mother met. He was a 25 year old Elder and Mom was a 12 year old member of the Church. They married 10 years later.