If we make it through December
(and we always have before),
we can hang another trophy
on the wall.
But think, as we grow older,
that our youth is in decline
and our faculties decay--
does that appal?
Yes, summer wine's gone sour
and winter's next in line,
but we can make it past December--
if we crawl.
A contest entry
- If we make it through December... by Danna Hobart.
400 points, ended December 29, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I thought I commented on this already. I like it very much, especially the last line. Thanks for entering.
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Very well put together, and with a very appropriate message as we approach the excesses of December. A touch of the Thomas Hardy, I think.

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Great stuff. I have to admit to being very much able to relate to this one.
Summer wine's gone sour and, even it hadn't, I can drink as much of it any more.
jjj

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Bleak and hard-hitting. Good stuff!





