LIKE A LITTLE SHIP

It's almost gone; short hours now;
This year will soon be past.
'Twill be like other yesterdays,
Laid to rest at last.
For those who used it well, it goes
Like a little ship, set sail
O'er waters peaceful and serene,
Not fearing stormy gale.
It glides toward time's horizon,
Then disappears from view.
We check its cargo left behind,
Of blessings quite a few.

Then even as we watch, it seems,
A ship with sails so white
Drops anchor in the harbor
On a new year's night.
We wonder at its lading
Piled high upon its deck;
And will it leave still bright and clean
Or a pitiful old wreck?
Its cargo is a marvel,
Each package is a day,
To hold what you put in it;
It holds whate'er you say!

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