December Sun

He stands on the cliff of the broken edge Waiting on someone to come and bury the dead Night has made its final decree, and the villain has flee The pleasure of this world is leaning on his shoulder And the passing of time has made him bolder He stood there watching the clouds rolling by And a staggering fire lit up the solemn sky Spreading a vigorous heat on the bare concrete He stared straight into the sun until the day was done No expression was on his face but I could see regret And anxiety bulging in his petrified eyes He knew that his December was coming to an end And he finally has to bend; The fire is going out of his yes And there was no more tears left to cry With all the screaming and shouting his December is finally caving in With just three more days left to end the show The world and his wife are on the go. Mind over matters the strife and the fleece The office is hanging on a single thread And reality is just getting out of bed The December sun is getting hotter And the people’s spirit is getting warmer Tension is floating in the air While the cry of despair is seeps through the door And the people are beckoning him to go I have never seen him cry and I have never seem him sigh, Even when heavens meet with the sky, He pretend to be bold, but he is crying behind the door His feathery hair is flying loose above his head And he was singing a tune as though he was dead His boldness and stubbornness has finally cut loose And he has to exchange it for a new pair of shoes He has to throw in the towel to redeem the land And address the boisterous crowd that was loud All the talk and all the shout He still didn’t know what he was about I am still trying to make sense of everything And I am wondering why they had found favor in him But now all of that is lost, and he stands empty on the grass A single podium and a solemn statement He looked at me and looked at the crowd Then I know that his term had come to an end The lights grow dim and the new music begin And a new fire sprung up in the sky No resolution no solution He takes one final look at me and said, “I have to go “ December sun is very hot.