It’s time to remember,
When
we hit December,
How
quickly the time seems to fly.
We
drift through life’s stages
As
calendar pages
Proclaim
that the year’s slipping by.
We
mark off the seasons
For
no other reasons
Than
habit and need to keep track,
Yet
the forward momentum
Makes
days – how we spent ‘em –
Worth
little, for we can’t go back.
So
each month we’re still living,
There’s
time for forgiving
And
blocking out things that annoy.
Every
day of the week
We
should wake up and seek
Something
out there to bring us some joy.
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