My December
Week one a sign that my life is nigh ready to take a turn
The money I have is not enough for the necessities that I yearn.
For it is my wish joy to bring to family and to friends
But my hands are stopped and I can not bring about these ends
Week two a sneeze causes another loss now my car has left
Of escape and freedom now it seems of that I am bereft
Insurance will claim what little had I set aside to give
And joy now seems to be fleeing now like water through a sieve
Week three small joys a need gift for me there did await
It would seem small but great to me was the pleasure of that date
A true friend was there to lift me up in defiance of the fate
That this month against me shows not but malice and hate
Week four I confess the most pain has been drawn and time the only cure
I tore down walls and exposed a heart that I hoped was pure
Again I found that familiar sound I am wanted not as husband or spouse
My hart was crushed and I caught the dust to leave no evidence in the house
Can friends we be after I’ve seen the dreams fall to the floor
I gave the answer yes for that seemed best as we parted at the door
Two tears I’ve cried and I fear the meaning of this thing
For pain is all now I hear form the song they sing
One for the past and the pain that in my mind does ring
One for the future and fear of what it too shall bring
What is left to take against my sake my family my home a friend
With sincerity it is the prayer that I give that here my losses end
Quietly here I think on fate while sitting in my home
Will I live and if I do will I always live alone
May your holidays be better than mine.
