Happy New Year!


Time Always Wins

How time flies! Clichéd but true—Uncle Time,

Ably carrying us on a wild ride—

Playing wicked games with us vain mortals

Plotting against us as he whizzes by—

Yet he gives us space to make our own mark

Nudging us to seize each day—Uncle Time—

Exhorting us to work, eat, sleep and play,

Watching us until we finish our race.

Yesterday’s warm summer dreams fading fast

Ending that story we struggled to write—

A trail of breadcrumbs along the paths we leave

Reminding our descendants that we lived

Trying to carve out the best paths for them

Out of the forests of tall tangled trees

Yearning they see solutions not problems

And outpace us as they run their own race

Untangling the mysteries we left unsolved

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