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A New Year on the Calendar
 

 


The distance draws much closer now,
each day we're nearer that bend.
Progress slows for no one somehow.
Make the means justify the end.

The sweep hand on the clock moves on.
it doesn't stop as you'd desire.
One blink of an eye and a second is gone,
amazing how quickly they expire.

Deal with the now and the very near future,
your survival depends on it.
Too much looking back is too vast a departure,
to timed reality you must submit.

Historians get paid for all that rummaging,
you're much to busy to gaze back.
While the hours and days are hemorrhaging
it's best to stay on track.



Submitted for the A Bird's Eye View, Anew :) challenge

By AlwaysMyWords

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