December

December, December,
somber and gray.
How shall I remember,
this bleak white day?

Stocked full of spirit.
Morale rising high,
even though we fear it.
Our end is nigh.

The ancients have told us,
so beautifully carved.
Yet some are oblivious,
while others are marred.

December, December,
somber and gray.
thought of forever
as our final day.

Skeptics and scholars,
decide what to say.
None of them bother
about new years day.

life powers through.
At least for now.
No one knows what to do,
all clinging to what they vow.

December, December,
somber and gray.
let us be together,
and together we pray.