Acrostic poem |
| Each moment ticks by, it cannot stay; Present becomes Past throughout the day. Hearkening to fleeting, unadorned bliss, Elusive as a farewell kiss. Making memories without delay, Ere precious time slips away. Ruminating in this way, As we read and sing and play, Let praises ring this New Year's Day! ~ Ephemeral: lasting only one day, lasting for a very short time. |