Christie Enahoro


December


The year is fast going to sleep
The months roll by with a sweep
December is here once again
Chief of months, the last on the chain

It is said that the end of a thing
Shall be better than the beginning
December brings with it festivities
Each day is packed with exciting activities

December - a month forerunning another year
Preparations of which is put in gear
On the mistakes of the past months we reflect
And think of ways to make things perfect

Thirty-one steps in this flight there are
Each day climbed takes you down the calendar
December though dying is pregnant
With another year which hopes to be more pleasant

Submitted: Saturday, December 29, 2012

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