End of December,
Comes without a word.
With or without her,
Unchanged is the world.

Dove too deep in life,
Too deep in her eyes.
Been too lost in time.
Too lost to realise.

That the blazing cold,
And the freezing sun,
Makes me feel old not,
Makes me feel but none.

And the new year comes,
Like every other.
And this year is done,
Why do I bother?