THE GIFT OF YEARS

 

I look back at the year that’s passed,

A few less sorrows there for me,

I found it calmer than one’s past…

A less contemptuous angry sea.

The one in which I’ll soon embark,

I know not what is waiting me,

I’ve lived through years of deepest pain

And ones of sunshine without rain.

A see a new slate each New Year,

One still unmarred yet by my tears,

And yet I keep in memory,

My gone by tears as souvenirs.

Bright horizons may await me…

Or darkened skies may be my fate,

A brand-new road be forged upon…

One filled with rocks or smooth as slate.

I won’t make those resolutions,

Ones broken by an untamed will,

I’ll live each day of this New Year,

Knowing my life’s now all down hill.

Aging has a way of showing,

Life’s fleeting fast without a care,

Each year of life, a treasured gift

And one I see that passes swift.

I thank my God for this New Year,

That may hold sunshine or my tears,

I’ll cross the seas and jagged stone,

But won’t anticipate their jeers.

I face each day with this in mind,

I’m never granted one more year.