Changing of the Guardians
Father time’s a weary aging relic;
he’s earned another blissful sleep.
New Years Eve heralds another birth, Baby New Year,
a fresh bell, comes into our world with Heavenly wisdom
and the muscle to begin his guardian shift.
His labor, freshly mined golden nuggets of hope.
Every year, he gives the world and all within it,
another chance.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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