The end of the year we look back
and look forward
at the palindrome of linear time
and perception.
All that is gone remains.
All that will be exists now.
Time is a railroad
vision rides back and forth.
Sequence offers peace.
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At the moment I have 15151 blog followers, and pondering that on the last day of the year led to this poem for you. Happy New Year to you!
Shawn L. Bird 