Time
How quick the old year passes
greatly anticipated just a week ago
the seasonal build seemed steady and slow
faded in the distance of our hopes and dreams
waiting patients of the New Year themes;
and there it is with forgotten resolutions
celebrated in the midnight absolutions
another year in the universe of space and time
resonating birthdays, graduations, weddings sublime
that count the passing years of our prime;
the calendar renewed, starting over once again
and we no longer children traverse adult domain
believing ourselves immortal to this mortal world
as the old year passes thru testing steps we swirl
quick and fleet the months easily form lost pearls;
they are black and white, never gray
and their beauty is often overlooked each day
in muddied waters of foolish youth and somber age
unawares, ignorant of life's fast turning page
pause a moment, breathe every second of life in
experience and wisdom lay in the passing of the wind.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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