Before I turn the page, the
One that says it’s done,
I look at December’s coffee stain,
Doodles on the pad, a picture of the sun
Strange numbers without names
Messages that mean nothing grace
the wrinkled page.
And over in the corner, an appointment
I had missed. Stuck to the paper,
tiny notes remind me of this.
Tiny bits of our Christmas party
Some food spilled on the page
I’ll never forget that time together,
But oh, how much we ate!
Now we come down to the last block,
That says December 31st. Depending
On how you make it, it could be the best
Or be the worst.
The last month is now ripped off, twelve
pages thrown away. January through
December, many memories were made.
So now a clean sheet of paper, a new month,
a new year. A chance to make a new mess
or start anew and make it clear.
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yes true and the years as well are
passing just as fast as those pages being
ripped, where did all that time go?
there was a time when I always found myself looking up
to those giving gifts, I look down at those beautiful little
faces looking up at me, wondering what Grandpa got for them....
Love & Peace be with you
William
Love Boo
It reminds me of a poem I wrote years ago, entitled "Resolutions? NAH!"
Reflections on the Past may well give us Desire to make Resolutions for the Future.
I guess that it is the 'Optimism' within that Wants to Believe that Next Year will be Better?
At age 69, my 'take' is simpler - if my eyes open in the morning, I say a quick prayer -
"Thank You Lord, for Yet Another Beautiful, Wonderful Day!" Each day is now a New Adventure - How we React to Circumstances determines our Attitudes!
Tom.
With Love,
Cindy
Susan
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"A chance to make a new mess.." I know what you mean. You've written this well, it rings true and real...and the years roll by.
John