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Wrote this for us who like something one day and its in the trash the next and for those who are never happy
Time moves on and the water drips
January is the new year and new oaths
A promise to be better and to lose a few
Wind,cold and the back aches with shoveling
February promises lurking and hope he sees his shadow
Minutes pass as the Sun sets
Windshield wipers frozen
March and the first bud
Birds are busy and start building
Wish I knew what they were saying
April and clocks spring forward
Lose another hour and the faucet still drips
Rain and rain and more rain
Will it end
May I look in the mirror
More lines and the face sagging
Getting warm and the flowers
June and the Sun
Nothing can hold me
Walk a little less and eat a bit more
July I become independent
The face doesn't listen and the spots grow darker
That Sun and burn
Can I catch a breeze
August I'm getting used to it
The back has a new ache and the hole begins
Dig a little now ,I'm going to need it
September and a fresh breeze and the boys are back
Every Sunday I watch with a new hope
Can't wait for next week
October and the trees remember
Turn from green to red and the drip
I need to fix that leak
Has it been that long, seems like just yesterday
November and it's colder now
Feel a new pain and the clock
That clock that never mattered when I was young
December and the music
Shop with the people and the back sings along
Has it been another year
I promise to do better but can I sleep a little more
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2015
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