The days go in a jump with an aplomb
a month has gone in no time
eleven more months to go in the from
what is the speed ? say it in a chime
I deliberate as of now and as always
could be more in a way
could be less on days
I assess with no perfection
yet the days roll so fast
the present becomes past
a lively progress of life
one to another seamlessly
nice to participate joyfully
as a run and a skip
could give the best quip.
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