Clock ticking as days roll closer . Beginning another season of fresh awareness . Its old and new in the same tablet . In with the new , but where does the old flow unto . Seasons fade into sunsets , awaken to dawns light each day and most be of the same . Colors change as does time and people. Its like man , Ive experienced this before and wasnt even observant of time and changing of calendars . It all passed me by while blinking my eye . Snap of finger and thumb , its like all over and done . Let the good times roll in like the raising tides of time and space. Ship out to the sea the old and faded hues of washed away blues . Spectors of shadows dance at the stroke of midnight as spectrums of wines flow into crystal glass . Bring it in , ring it in , scream it in , dance it in . Be that we never forget what has left with this magical season and time of change as life rolls and the bells sing of past tolls . Future year to come and within all ; little be of change , but of time and flipping old calendars in the treasures with all other jewels of forgotten years that roll past . Time is of nothing , but of everything known unto mankind . ** R.P. Jackson **
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 02:34:20 +0000
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