Like a blank page,

Untampered with,

Unwritten on,

Clear as crystal,

Yet hazy as a psychic’s prediction,

Like a gift waiting to be unwrapped,

But peeling itself away each second,

A new year on your door knocks

Make a choice,

Of the color and type of ink,

With which to write your beautiful story,

Surprises may await, may they be the good kind,

In watchfulness lie,

Each day, each hour, each minute,

Unwrap your gift of time,

To create another gift to self,

Of talent developed, And opportunity harnessed.