The Clocks Whirling Hands

It was strange

Instead of festive

Kind of plain

Unthrilled

Mundane 

Clocks whirl there hands

In some grand scheme

Taking time away from us

Is what I mean

It’s seams so fatigued

Fettered 

Christmas night with summer weather

All the better

I believe I am better

Not seeing the ones I love

It was a Christmas uneven

Lost rather than loved

It was a full moon on the 25th

The whole season was off

Distressed and put off

But as the moon set rest

So another sunrise could set

My life reset

And on I go

Into the January cold

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