She swiftly moved, to find us wandering.
Our feet wedded to yesterday.
Without warning, feathers landed,
Lost our shoes, as we ran away.
But she pursued us close to midnight,
A clock was ticking way too loud
Before we knew it, lights exploded,
Found ourselves in the madding crowd.
She landed close, we heard her breathing.
She preened herself whilst winds of change
ruffled her feathers, we were seething,
when she said; this is all arranged!
Tonight, my friends, you're twelve months older
you cannot run from old man time.
Now the hands have moved past midnight,
N.Y.D. Babies you are mine!
We saw her eyes fill with excitement,
Pupils expanded in the dark.
If she could read our apprehension,
We were scared that she might just laugh!
You see, tonight, we are no different,
same faces, arms, same legs, same ears.
Just in cse, we looked us over,
then we wept for each others' fears!
Did she forget to tell us?
Were we too blind to see?
As the clock went way past midnight,
Did we grow old gracefully?
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