October ends, October ends, there she goes with all my friends
pumpkin pies and woolen gloves, with all my dreams and all my hopes
and chances are we’ll meet again when I am gone or I am ten
simply bumping into someone else….
November brings the frozen ponds, chilling trees and sleepy wards
along with invitations to attend the social dines,
awkward conversations about somethings I despise
with silent disregard to memories and feelings in my heart…
and here they come,
to take my crown, to take my gown, and put me down…

But in late December when it’s dark and time takes hide
I’ll be born and put a wish and seal a deal under a myth…
and it smells of cookies and mulled wine and fairy tales
and the baking of lasagna and a movie on display,
all remorse and all disdain, everything is yesterday…