Father Time

by Kimberly Flanagan

And just like that, the clock struck 12

And a new page has turned

A new year has come and like a fine wine

This new day tastes ripe and sweet upon my life


The beginning of a new chapter

A clean slate

A story untold

What might this new dawn hold?


Father time, what do I write

On this clean canvass of my life?

My hands are shaking

The ink of my feathered pen


Drip drip dry on the plains

Of my coming of age tale

The tide keeps turning

The clock keeps ticking


Happy New Year

But to you

A happy new day

Every single day


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