The Days We Have Left
written by: Nicholas Hawk
Candles show a flickering display
From the breeze blowing past my door.
Carolers are slithering away
As I bravely defend my porch.
It’s another year
Of Christmas cheer
And I think I’ve had enough.
I know that soon
Beneath that moon
I will likely just give up.
It’s probably morosity,
That thing that looms ahead.
It grows with more ferocity
As it approaches each year’s end.
As snowflakes drop
I see that I’m not
The excited boy that I once was.
And through the window
I can hear the wind blow,
Providing me with the final nudge.
I think I’d rather go
And endure the freezing cold,
Than sit here all alone
‘Til my hair grows grey and old.
So, I grab my hat
‘Cause I’m taking back
What I deserve the most.
Through Winter’s perils
I scream the carols,
Stealing back my long-lost hope.
Too cold to care
And too loud to hear
As my old despair
Becomes holiday cheer.
Footprints following
My incessant wallowing
As I march on through my neighborhood.
The carolers surround
To help me wake the town,
Even though, I never guessed they would.
I thought they all believed
I had just become insane,
But if happiness is all we need,
Then what’s there to explain?
Once a monster,
But now in concert
With people who I can call my friends.
From within the dark
I became the spark
To light the fires of hope again.
And with these new hopes
I propose a toast
To the future beyond our lives of yore.
A brand-new year
To conquer our fears.
I’ll love this life
‘Til the day I die,
And not a day before!
- The Days We Have Left - December 27, 2024
