COME JANUARY, YOU WILL GROW STRONG

Late December dreams clinging to the vine of January a quandary thought of curiosity arises, when will it? Over-due vision boards sit on our desk's usury end of year expenses, alongside the what if's Clinging to the vine of January, a December ordinary Departed hours bringing us joy but also sadness behind the hands of time the heart is willing but sometimes we hold things that can't be harnessed in this life of woe release the things your fearing for there is joy and sadness in every hour of madness A new beginning is what you need come January days be brave dear soldier and you will turn the dime Embrace the gold, release things that weigh the world will be yours time after time Come January days you will grow strong, with life's arrays.