I'm just a random white guy who writes in his spare time. Spends the rest trying to make sense of this crazy reality.
December last month of the year
A time for reflection a time for fear
Days grow shorter nights get colder
As decrepit year continues to grow older
Looking on things done and undone
Remembering many hardships overcome
Looking to the future with some hope and much dread
As this year lingers on its deathbed
Last days pass quickly with little fear
Bringing an end to this poetic year
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