Here we go, again
The crystal ball shines and the bass sounds hard
We dance and drink to the celebration
Blasting into the new year’s Front Yard
Entering a newer time
Father Time starts his sandy measurement
Of the moments which remain , for you
Use them , wisely, or you shall lose the grains
That fell to the bottom of his hourglass
A moment lost in which to remain
Active and meaningful
You counted on picking up your Trials
Never asking the Sandy Judge
Your fear to approach and challenge his moments
in which he gave
Fell from you in despair
For time’s grains of sand are have in the Hourglass
In such, their power holds a grudge.
To waste is Senseless
A golden opportunity to make use of each grain
in which to measure each grain up until that last moment
As the hourglass is filled, full the other way…
You fade to your newer life
Celebrating another well measured Gain.