Time, Time, Time

Time,
Time,
Time,
See what's become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities.

I was so hard to please.
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

Hang on to your hopes, my friend.
That's an easy thing to say,
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend that you can build them again.
Look around,
The grass is high,
The fields are ripe,
It's the springtime of my life.

Seasons change with the scenery;
Weaving time in a tapestry.
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?

Funny how my memory skips
Looking over manuscripts, Of unpublished rhyme. ~ Paul Simon

As this old year, ticks away, wishing you a Happy Silvestr.. a Happy New Year. and onto a better year.
with even greater possibilities,
and greater fulfillment of wishes and dreams....
Happy New Year, enjoy, be safe... Cau