On this day, a day born anew
a ring of events that do unfold
time is passing slowly through
in a manner, wild and untold.
Bound by fate and nature true 
so slyly passing by young and old
time is fleeting, always on cue
circling the world, moving so bold.
Only ending, when ending indeed
not faltering, whence I play 
forevermore, time, in you I concede
to be my guide throughout this day.
By my hands, I command, slow my stride
rule me no longer, for now, you I shall guide!
written by: Timothy Farren