Months
Throughout my life
I’ve always wondered
What is possible to asunder?
Can there be a way out if we can only shout?
Can there be a possible day,
A possible month that we could stay?
The month of hot
A night of light
To see what is really right
The month of trick
When we play
In the night and not of day
The month of thanks
And memories too
The way we give as we do
The month of Christ
And not the presents
We pray and stay to celebrate its gift
Then New Year’s Day
It all begins
The day we give away our sins
The year starts over yet again
And the months fly by…
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