Reflect on this poetic contemplation for the new year by Roger J. Robicheau,  The Poetic Plumber:                                     One Thousand Years One thousand years, becomes one day One last hurrah, one last hooray We live our life, by what we know This passing time, should help us grow God watches us, along our route To see if we, live by our truth Some die too young, we all agree But what we are, is all we see We’re judged by time, spent in each day To help or hurt, it’s all our way We can’t control a thousand years But faith and love, can fold our fears This life we live, is made of choice Rise up first day, to just rejoice You’ll love some words, which sound so dear 'Good will to all, happy new year' And now I’ll say, farewell to all Please frame this work, our curtain call ©2000 Roger J. Robicheau http://thepoeticplumber.com/index.html and a special entry from the Poetic Plumber: Visions Past The Christmas tree was real That heavy tinsel, special feel So many lights, in sparkling view Glass ornaments, hung neatly too An angel perched, atop it all Beaming down, it did not fall The tree was watered in its stand Its special smell, came on so grand Nativity, was always perched In middle window, all would search Side windows dressed with candlelight  I ‘d check the view, from sidewalk sight All was right, this child felt sure A special time, lived in his door I thank you God, for visions past Which come alive, to hold and grasp ©2000Roger J. Robicheau http://thepoeticplumber.com/index.html