Yesterday you kicked the clock hard,
and sent it into hyper speed.
In that single day you gained a year on me.
Now if tomorrow you repeat the act,
you will soon catch me.
Any decade gulf between us will be closed.
For you the reward a decade of stress
and wear could be gone with
the flapping pages of the Calendar.
Consider the trying decade you would miss.
For example, you would not have to do
children's graduations, weddings,
and grandchildren being born.
You could miss the retirement fame for work
done when you were young
and the titles and honors of respect
from those who now do the work.
The drag of dedicated benches,
planted trees and eulogies,
before the fact
are things you could escape.
Your lost decade is a time
for saying goodbye to far too many
and hello to all too few.
Money problems are forgotten
because you will forget everything anyway.
Yes, a great decade to miss.
And our time gulf would be closed.
But wait,
another idea before you kick the clock again.
Perhaps you could tell me how it works
and I could do the kicking into rewind.
I just remembered the decade you
are trying to lose had the best of years.
If I could but live them again with you
it would be a delight.
Then the time gulf would be closed another way.
Now I have given you your chance
and another year has passed.
You come to me with more shortness of breath,
more wrinkles and varicose veins,
splendid Rorschach blots
from which I read a degree of
your acceptance of my love.
Now you know that the package is
not a prize.
Your mind, soul and
love for me have aged
as the great wines.
I want you well aged and mellow.
Until Next year!