A Trekked Year

Oh yes! It's a trekked year— As the lonely part bled to tear, The wordless lane gripped my fear Like a toddler who felt his mum left the dark room. So Credit! The day my cohorts for years Left to face their arrears— We sang and danced with cheers, Carrying the thought, 'when is it again?' After that! None to say I host, Everyone faces the royal coast Just like a broken window Our minds free the emotion flow. I'm alive today! My day is my dear, Applauds to who were always there This time is content of cheer Spreading like a moving breeze.