November Day
The Years
It’s late in the day, November gray
A year nearly past
Choices I made, stir regrets today
Lie in my bed, reminisce and recast
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My youth past, thought it would last
Forever and a day,
Years laid to rest, out of my grasp
Creating a bland macrame
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Blame is past, time flies fast
Fluttering wings today
Ruffling my feathers, call to task
Those producing my play
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You called the shots, I wore a mask
Pretending was my stay
You the captain, hoisting the mast
The wind blowing your way
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Now, in the autumn, my repast
Sustenance my foray
Light the fire to create the blast
My truth, my life, my way
