With December

  
"With December"

Over 500 poems,
Word after word,
Line after line.
All just moments,
Now lost to time.

I can recall.
I can remember.
The years always come and go,
With December.

So many bits and pieces,
That mattered only to me.
That shaped and deformed,
All I now see.

Moments of joy,
Some days of bliss.
Now just some trash,
A breathless wish.

None of it matters,
All gone in a blink.
So fast, so fast.
No time to think.

But still I recall.
And still I remember.
Yes, the years always come and go.
With December.

d
11/24/2007