Pensieve's Poetic License for this month of new beginnings is a terza rima. I had never heard of one before and I will need a lot of poetic license with this one as you'll soon see.
Time Flies
My how time does fly
Who knew how fast
That year went by.
Before we know it
It slips through our hands
Every little bit.
We dare to remember
To number our days
But here comes December.
And out of our sleep
We look back at time
We would like to keep.
So when the clock does chime
We must be ready to climb.
