The year 2012 is so swiftly passing,
And late grow the days of December.
Soon, will remain, just our memories,
Only the good ones, lets remember.
We'll find in our memories, some bad,
They're nestled in 'mongst the good.
And regret is also a part of our lives,
The part we'd replace if we could.
But all memories are filed under past,
Over some lets not whine or mope.
But rightly expect more of the same,
As we're doing our utmost to cope.
Pity parties, I see, are for second best,
Not for those around us that we love.
The memories you gave us in 2012,
we've seen as God-sends from above.