New Year Poem

Image created by Rachel B. Baxter

It’s never the same, but it will do,
Which is why they say each year is new,
With the turn of the hand,
With the fall of the sand,
Each moment begins and rolls away,
Every minute, every hour, every day.

Time is but an earthly rule
And to memories we become the fool,
Painting the past with a broad and even brush,
Ignoring the real truth lost in the rush —

Time may never stop or slow,
Tally of years lining up row by row,
But taking each moment for what it’s worth
Is a noble way to pass our time here on earth.

about me.