A year is lost when winter days are prime,

This year cannot be opened once anew,

But never leaves our heart, our soul, our mind,

As all the past years have been known to do.

On dragging days when time will never fly,

We wish it would surpass us as we plead,

Because it seems exciting times will try:

Elongating our day to suit our needs.

Time changes cycles through our human veins,

When lives are lost and others just began,

Achievements, feelings, and despairing pains,

Change shape throughout our lengthy mortal span.

The wish that humans carry through their climb:

Is only to have their hand over time.


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