It is Day number 365
Of the year 2023,
In the next fourteen hours or so
It will pass into eternity.
Never to return again
Like a moment that is passed,
Complete all unfinished tasks
For 2023 is going fast.
Within reason, of course,
Is wisdom’s way,
That which would take a year
Cannot be done in a day.
Herein is a wise thought
To take into the New,
When the time finally runs out
There’s nothing we can do.
It is like a raging fire
That finally burns itself out,
Not much the embers can do then
And this is without doubt.
Anything to be achieved
Must now be a daily task
For a year-long project at this time,
Is an unreasonable ask.
We are into embers now
Of a flame that burnt all year
And all we can carry forward
Are memories and fears.
No amount of fanning
Can reignite these final embers,
Like every year that has passed
This will be gone forever.
The greatest of plans
If by this time not executed,
They are like a sound no one heard,
They are forever muted.
Their embers are dying
Never ever to be awaken,
Soon 2023 will have passed
Though not to be forgotten.
Memories good and bad
Will battle on in our active mind
But regarding the year 2023,
It will be gone for all time.
Stewart Russell © December 31, 2023
