A Time for everything.

 Time is a member of restless things,
a embellished song it presently sings.

Yet as requested a new bell rings...

 A fleeting thought, a fading flower,
the new years day, a mislead power.

 Serendipitously presumed
that the year is resumed.

 When Resolutions are gained,
Time is thought to be claimed.

 But Time will betray you.
Eclipse and rape you.
 As day fades to night,
and the darkness into light.

 And by the time,
the stars align,
 the years have gone,
left you alone.

 Then all at once,
your calendar ends...
 Now ask yourself,
will you have friends?

You'll witness those, who read it wrong.
 Mourn for those, who are withered and gone.
Remember now to seize the day,
 for the Time of Glory is rushing away.