there will come a day when everything we have will be memories
a day to ponder to remember what has been think what is to come
it’s a luxury in our busyness to stare off in the distance
as the water dries the surface where it once sat is forever changed
some lights help us see others decorate; we need to tell them apart
even though the past is gone, it’s a reminder of what still may come
facing the new year the artist might approach it as a blank canvas
you can’t put a bow on your health and happiness the gifts that matter
we take for granted the work someone else has done that makes life simpler
the solstice has passed so the days will get longer but winter remains
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