The Year Poem by Mulatwa Mosisa

Seconds accumulates
Minutes change to hours
Hours will be added
And will be counted as days
And then weeks will follow
Run to turn into months
Twelfth of them score
And we call that a year

Every second in each minute
All the days of every week
Any month of the year
Has its own remark
That affects your life
To guide you in some path
If you are aware of it
Will save you from oath

If you use the years
Which you are given
As wise as you are
At the end of the day your face will shine
The work of your days
Your labor of the month
Will give you comfort
That is very worth

But, …if you waste your time
Not knowing it observes
If you sit indolently
And simply let it pass
It will get back to you
To pay you a visit
Not with a cheerful gift
But, with hard blow and fist

Regrets eat you up
And fear scatters its seed
You may want to run
But no place to hide
Hope diminishes
Darkness surrounds
With scary days
And many sleepless nights

Though, can you wake up today?
Do something or just think
Never get discourage
There are things you can make
If you convince yourself
Walk down along the way
There’s a bright ray
Which amend your day

While you are alive
Don’t appear as a slob
To lie down or rest
You’ve much time in your tomb
Share something precious
Give the world your best
The year will crown you
From his throne at last