Timeless March And Endless Loss Poem by John Allen Richter

The time is near - once again -
where hearts roam the morrow -
New Year is here - again akin -
to wash clear yester's sorrow.

When pasts do linger - each points his finger -
to accuse mighty cause.
Of harbinger's bringer - that saintly singer -
as lost hope ever was.

Forsake me not, great Father of Time,
break my somber mind sublime….
Take away this past remorse -
Shake rudder upon new course.
Stake us all on new year's mission -
of granted dreams and grand ambition -

But beg thou, please, my time marching friend,
allow me favor - of her timeless elsewhen:
Though the past I'll gladly shed and be gone -
save her magical heart - the only one -
I shall carry to time's blessed end.