Friday, April 13, 2007
TIME MARCHES ON
The Old Year's gone beyond recall,
A New Year takes it's place;
How quickly time and seasons fly
As earth rolls on in space.
On wings of flight the days rush by,
The fleeting months roll on,
And soon out o'er the crest of time
Another year is gone.
Time marches on, and in it's train
Lies shattered hopes and fears,
Both joy and sorrow, war and peace
Are mingled with the years.
Let's cross the threshold of each year
With firm and eager tread,
Firmly resolved with buoyant hope,
To face what lies ahead.
The New Year bids us carry on,
And leave the Old behind,
And through the days that is to come,
Let's take one at a time.
New Year, 1949