I do not know the time of day

But ‘twas not long ago

With high-school past, there came a thought

With silent steps, and slow

It took a moment to realize

That I stood somewhere new

That, spanning out before my eyes

Was a whole world to view

And looking, then, back behind

To where and whence I came

I tried my best to comprehend

This vast and spanning plane

For now there was an openness

I had not known before

Like crossing unexpectedly

To a patulous floor

With vaulted ceiling high above

Where, once, I did crouch low

And echoes resound off of walls

And things I do not know

Compelled, thence, ever forward

Even when I looked back

The detail of those distant days

Were fading unto black

And from those clouded annals

A star may briefly shine

Recalling to faint memory

A time simple, sublime

But cannot move forward

When clinging to the past

Though those bright days are o’er

Their impression does last

So, facing forward to what’s next

I gathered-up my strength

And set out into the unknown

To go an unknown length

For yesterday is history

And tomorrow not yet here

But now—the present—is a gift

Fret not over next year!

And thus, I knew I had crossed o’er

Some nebulous frontier

And though I tread through dark unknown

I shan’t give unto fear

For there is One who goes before

And follows-up behind

And He has so much more in store

Than could, conceive, my mind

Thus, now, I trod the winding way

And press, with Hope, through fears

And strive my best, day by day

As they melt into years