THE  ART OF BEGINNING AGAIN
                     
                                                                                        There's an art in painting
                                                     There's an art in printing
                                                     There's an art in skiing
                                                                                         There's an art in seeing
                                                     There's an art in everything we do
                                                     But, one of the great arts
                                                                             Is the art of beginning again
                    
                                                     Every morning, cloudy or clear
                                                     The sun does come up again
                                                     And it is in fact, a new day, every day
                                                     A new day in which new goals may be set
                                                     And old failures forgotten

                                                     Tis an art, this beginning again
                                                     To forget and forgive the past
                                                     To remember no more
                                                     The hurt and the pain
                                                     Caused by the torment and sorrow
                                                     Of yesterday's rain

                                                     Oh, my soul, stoop no more
                                                     Raise up mine eyes to the skies
                                                     Hope lies on the horizon
                                                     Of the sun's golden rays
                                                     Today, we'll begin once more

                                                   
                                                     PENNIES ON THE TRACK        
                                        
                                             We've traveled down, oh many times
                                             To the railroad tracks
                                             And laid our pennies there
                                             Just Pop and me

                                             We've heard the mournful whistle howl
                                             As the train creaked clackily
                                             Down the rails
                                             And flattened out our pennies
                                             Into memories long ago

                                            And now our children have experienced 
                                            This same sweet joy and excitement
                                            Of boxcars passing o'er 
                                            And bending slow
                                            And moving on 
                                            Into eternity