12-25-16
Holidays
Christmas and New Years
comes but once a year,
And even that is to much.
I have aged
I moved north to forget
failed marriages
failed relationships
failing health.
My children left
towards their own lives.
Expectations
narrowed
simple existence grew
smaller.
I draw more inside my own soul.
I'll hold my breath for a few more days
Until all this vanishes into the short
Days of this season.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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