Thoughts at the end of the Year. When it is dark damp an cold.
It’s not a bad life, it’s just not the life I wanted.
Life is not a bowl of cherries they say, but I would be happy with pears
Stalked by stress and worry, by dark clouds haunted
Always trying to be the mediator
Even when no one else cares.
Well eventually you awake to the fact that you are nothing
You have lost what you were, it is easier to just give in
The path less travelled becomes a forgotten thing.
Follow the piper as his melody you sing.
So, as like the day this year is comes to an end
Stillness creeps in to immortal my soul
Like the Willow bow and bend
I shall move on , I shall survive my friend.
