Another year approaching and I’m afraid-
Days of holy blown by winter air
laughter and love, hands holding together
trees made to dress in colors of gold and reds
to shelter boxes wrapped with care.
But winter brings not only snow
it brings loneliness which spreads
across my bones, another year
to add more wrinkles and push me closer
to where the road no longer shows.
I’ll raise my glass with every time
and smile and cheers!
While deep inside I’ll be alone
without a box wrapped with such care
and no one there
to calm my fears
and to call mine.