New Year Poem by Eric Bult

The calendar confirms another year
Will soon begin its slow majestic tread
Through time which some indeed have cause to fear
Though I have no such notions in my head.
Time, after all, is man's concept, our friends
All beasts and birds, count not time's passing so
May recognise the solar day that ends
Without some knowledge of tomorrow.
The course which man's life takes depends upon
The self control which, exercised by brain,
Determines thus his final destination
In this life that may not be the same
As that which early did appear to be
His final, but which altered as you see.