My days seem to drip down more rapidly
now, as I am standing
near the edge
of another New Year…
Time drifts in the sand dial as
elicit both sighs
lofty challenges tossed
out in the mine-paths
of my already too-filled days,
get tucked away in the over-stuffed files
of my mental memory bank
Now, when it is time to review
(or possibly renew them
if they are worthy of a second look)
Teetering on the edge
between Christmas and New Year
I, too, have been merry
and I also have been not so…
My heart is filled with family
present and those who are lost forever
except to my soul.
I am giddy with grandchildren and
even more great-grands!
Life is good here on the edge!
The trees all ornamented and festooned
will remain until I can’t stand to look
at the bedazzlement any longer!
I stand here again at the edge of another year;
“I procrastinate therefore I am”.