O! Time, the great mentor, janitor
no hesitation, trots and trots, forward,
doing things for beings forever,
Opening a folder, saving animate acts,
Keeping his mouth closed, he travels,
Travels, no stress, no end nor any beginning.
Watching and understanding everything
walks at a smooth pace, for mentoring,
rushing as if he is in a supersonic plane,
allowing no speed or slow pattern,
and giving people not much to learn,
as what he is doing and where he is going.
Saving the misdeeds of ruffians
silky and glossy actions of great ones,
languid and lazy acts of easy-going folks
well in his twenty-twenty-four folder,
he walks and trots, with no pause or stop,
to open a new folder, twenty-twenty-five.
On opening wide, the old folder,
the acts one did will loom in front,
blaming or praising each and all
for their creations, useless or useful
for one can value and measure himself
or weigh its weight to obtain the fees.
Wish you all a peaceful 2025.
