Hovers ever so thinly in the air
a frail woman the fragile December
With the burden of building on the gone by's residue
New times beckoning in the year that is due.

A perpetual question haunts the December
What for to look back what to remember
From all the treasures scattered on her miles
Heartbreaks and sighs friendships and smiles.

Come floating in her eyes scenes of happiness
Blurred by grieving tears that knew no redress
Hearts aiming high but dying in no gain
Aspirations withered dreams cruelly slain.

December she knows times will have her shred
She has to take the call snap the last thread
And before her fall she is destined to ferry
All shades of tints to pass on to January.