Narrated by Val Cole

Editor & Visual Design by Steve Rizzo

Produced by Matthew Toffolo

POEM:

The clock ticks, a soft and steady sigh,
As fleeting moments slip and fly,
The days blur by in whispers faint,
And I feel the ache, the quiet complaint.
Each second lost, a piece of me,
Caught in the flow, where none are free,
A year has passed, so swift, so fast,
Yet still I reach for what will last.
But in the wings of time’s cruel flight,
A new dawn waits, glowing bright,
A year ahead, untold, unknown,
A canvas fresh, all mine to own.
The ache of moments fades away,
For in the promise of the day,
2025 stands bold and true,
A chance for dreams to start anew.
So, though the past may pull and plead,
And time, relentless, takes its heed,
I hold my breath for what may come,
A new year’s song, a beat, a drum.
With joy and hope, I face the sky,
Embracing change as years pass by,
For though time moves with fleeting grace,
The future waits in love’s embrace.