Friday, January 02, 2015

New Year 2015

So small we are walking through all this greatness
We spend instance every day as though it were nothing
For we invented time, measured it; inhabited it
Though we have always misunderstood its subtlety
For who decided that the old year would end here?
And who first thought to mark its passing patience
And if time forgets his inconsistent friends; care not
Amends and regrets we will leave upon life's table
For we know true friends forgive us if they are able
All our memories we may spend until we are renewed
For the New Year is a breath of hope for better things