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