At Twelve Tonight


Tonight at twelve o'clock we end...Another year on earth
...And only God and we can tell...What it was really worth
...The books are closed and there will be...A balance sheet
tonight...To debit and to credit us...With every wrong and
right...Perhaps we made mistakes and we...Have reason to
regret...And there may be a lot of things...We wish we
could forget...Or we have had a perfect year...And we may
be content...With all of our accomplishments...And how
the time was spent...But there is always one more year...
To choose the right from wrong...If God will keep the earth
intact...And let us live that long.

James J. Metcalfe

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