The Ending of So Many Things

The ending of so many things Soon it will be January, and the is uplifting soon I will be dead, and that is down sinking. A life running into the sand, Sahara need to bloom it can´t do so on camel dung alone. My next holiday will be in Morocco. I was walking past a crematorium it was smelling of burnt sugar, and I was thinking of my mother she used to brown sugar in a frying pan put it on a roll paper she has put sugar on When it cooled it, was delicious? I scolded myself this not a moment to think of sweets took off my hat when the mourners came out.