L e e ' s Senior Moments: December, 2008

A bit early for New Year's Day, but I won't have a chance to post it between now and then.

My Year Book

The Master gave a "book" to me,

with pages pure and white;

And then He said, "Most carefully

Upon it you must write.

No blot shall mar a single page

Of such a volume fair;

Each word you write will always stay

Forever entered there."

For 12 brief months the "book" was mine.

And then He came once more;

To give a new one all unsoiled,

As He had done before.

He took the "book" away from me,

Although I begged of Him

For just a moment more of time -

I'd fill it to the brim.

With effort to correct a page,

To cancel each bad spot;

But opportunity was gone,

Old years cannot be bought.

A new year lies before me now,

Its pages clean and white;

"Dear Lord", I cry, "Oh, take my hand

and guide me as I write."

Happy New Year, my friends

L e e