Sunrise, the beginning of a new day, sunset, a pause not an ending,

Life goes on, moves ahead until we reach a certain ending, not the end.

We keep track of our existence with a calendar, twelve months named,

Days of a word we call a week, seven with names that sound so strange.

There is an hour glass created to show that our time is running out,

Is it half empty or as they say with a positive note maybe half full.

Truth be told and this be fact that the glass runs down to half empty,

Time does march on moving forward, time is seen by the ageing changes.

I’m not shocked when i’m told that a fellow human being is dying,

Fore it is that we were all born holding onto our own gift of an hour glass.

We live to experience this roller coaster of a ride called life, see and dream,

Death is a mystery, why must we suffer as we grow older, at times with sickness.

Before we can see heaven it is that we must see all things good and bad,

Emotions of those created by god we must know all before he calls.

Some of us go fast, young, slow with pain, is there a best way,

Does a new year begin or does life simply continue until a new road is given.
Keith Garrett

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