Poetry

For all the pomp and splendour
That each new year brings
It is so easy to forget
That each new day too,
Brings with it
A brand new twenty-four hours
A whole new one thousand, four hundred and forty four minutes
And an immeasurable number of seconds that fill each passing day.

But for all that time means,
To each of us, individually
And to all of us, collectively
It takes but for one moment
To see the whole of your life
As one of the greatest gifts
To ever grace
This already amazing world of ours.