Stewards of Time
Stewards of time,
Hear me well:
The old year is gone
And I cannot tell
What depth, or height
Or farthest breadth
Of earth's dimension
I can find it again
O let it go
And with it too
The sighs and tears
And sleeplessness
That measured our frustrations
The pounding heart,
The sweating hands,
Relent to hope
Must carve new joys
Out of this first fragment
Of time
Something to show
When the decade ends
As just returns
On talents spent.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2010
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