I blinked twice, then twice more.
I thought about life’s open doors.
I tried to stop it, but I failed.
Time flew by as my ship sailed.
I loved so much and hurt as well.
Those 52 weeks have a story to tell.
I pushed forward; I rarely reminisced.
It’s sad knowing things will be missed.
I look back and smile at my past,
Realizing time won’t last.
I look back and remember the year
Just before a new one appears.