December rolls by
Closing the big door of the year
Dressing the wounds that we sustained
Flushing the bad memories that we incurred
Cleansing our beautiful hearts with oil
Pointing out our shortcomings
And tactfully addressing our concerns
Our reflections magnified
As we come to the year's end
A time to remember
The good and the bad
The year that was
Good to some
Terrible to others
The lucky ones found fortune
The unlucky ones drowned in misery
In this timely wheel of life
We continue to count our blessings
And nurse our wounds
December ushers in a new year
Life as we know it continues
In another new cycle of months
A new year and a new hope
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