Tear the page from the calender
and throw it away.
Another year gone.
Twelve edible months, consumed by time.
That voracious predator that stalks the living,
while beating out the rhythms of this earthly realm.
The ticking seconds - a metronome.
Life marches onward, minute by racing minute,
it never ceases and we must walk apace.
There is no stopping.
We can only learn to dance with each fleeting moment.
A gentle tango, weaving through the speeding years.