The hands of time slip over one another Another day melts into a merciless week Weekdays flurry past as the ice freezes over Over the marks we hopelessly hope to seek. Sought my name and yours on the wall of those remembered Remembered to look under the pile of the blues of December December floods into merry May Maybe my hand bears enough weight Weight that leaves a resting mark Marking my presence into a forgetful date Dates carry the burden of the forgotten and faded Faded our handprints and our memories traded Trade your fears for a life lived well Welling in sorrows to remember and forget Forget the pain of growing that never comes to cease Cease your worries and create your masterpiece.