Another Day In December
I sit here as the sun sets
On my porch nostalgic
Thinking of the not so old days
But my darling is no more
No one to hold my now wrinkled hand
Share a laugh from a joke told a hundred times
I sit here not so young anymore
Old curves and not so full cheeks
Sad, old and lonely
Who knew?
that my happily ever after would be so blue
Nothing but a dream
Still, wishing for my Knight
It does afterall end as it started
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