Once again, Ole Father Time

Has harvested yet another year.

His sickle sweeps clear the old calendar,

And another allotted time does appear.

With renewed high hopes and aspirations,

We again march toward our goal.

Determined to keep our resolutions,

We assume our newly-formed role.

Hoisting our banners high,

The new challenges we gladly accept.

Through this new time period,

We’ll strive to be adept.

Should we fail or falter,

One thing is crystal clear,

Ole Father Time waits patiently,

Honing his sickle to reap another year.