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…