The Border Of The Years

All heartfelt hopes and passing fears,

Slip their moorings, loose their bonds,

And cross the border of the years,

Before the old year quite has gone.

 

And there they bob upon the sea,

Waiting for the break of day,

For those of us who'll catch their line,

And lead them back into the bay.

◄ The Officers Prayer

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