December is back
back with its grey skies,
and glacial cold.
An old man holding a mug
sips hot coffee,
lost in thoughts.
Dreaming of
the olden days,
the charming ways.
Once he loved to move,
in winter days,
enjoyed the freezing cold.
But that time
is ages back
many ages back.
Older now,
December by December.
life gets changed.
No more he moves now
in winter days,
the joys are gone.
Dim look the rays,
even though December is the same,
December is back.
