December 2017

December 2017
© John

Many Decembers have passed,
And many will come again;
But December 2017 is classed,
Into longing, hurt and pain.

Gentle breezes froze my heart,
And chilly air wet my eyes;
Prior to Christmas, I fell apart,
And outcry echoed the skies.

Till years, I'll surely remember,
How hard it was to deal;
With the maddening December,
That I couldn't truly heal.

It gave me lots of pain and fear,
That I forgot to prepare for;
Stepping into a happy new year,
That had come to my door.

by John Collins

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