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Time moves on and the water drips

January is the new year and new oaths

A promise to be better and to lose a few

Wind,cold and the back aches with shoveling

February promises lurking and hope he sees his shadow

Minutes pass as the Sun sets

Windshield wipers frozen

March and the first bud

Birds are busy and start building 

Wish I knew what they were saying

April and clocks spring forward

Lose another hour and the faucet still drips

Rain and rain and more rain

Will it end

May I look in the mirror

More lines and the face sagging

Getting warm and the flowers

June and the Sun

Nothing can hold me

Walk a little less and eat a bit more

July I become independent 

The face doesn't listen and the spots grow darker

That Sun and burn

Can I catch a breeze

August I'm getting used to it

The back has a new ache and the hole begins

Dig a little now ,I'm going to need it

September and a fresh breeze and the boys are back

Every Sunday I watch with a new hope

Can't wait for next week 

October and the trees remember

Turn from green to red and the drip

I need to fix that leak

Has it been that long, seems like just yesterday

November and it's colder now

Feel a new pain and the clock 

That clock that never mattered when I was young

December and the music

Shop with the people and the back sings along

Has it been another year

I promise to do better but can I sleep a little more


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  1. Date: 4/19/2015 5:25:00 PM

    Nice poem Patrick. I like your line "That clock that never mattered when I was young". Give you a 7 on this one!