Day four of NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was to write about the cruelest month of the year. I’m sure it’s pretty apparent which month I’ve written about.
Death comes to us all, sooner or later,
Every year must also come to an end.
Cold and merciless is the usual end.
Exciting times it is for most people.
Month filled with holidays and long vacations.
Boredom ensues for those who failed to plan.
Empty offices greet those who stay behind.
Regret’s the only thought that keeps company.
Dipping mercury adds to the troubles,
Even while buried in piles of blankets.
Cold climate brings such a gloom everywhere,
Early morning chill makes you stay in bed.
Makes even the mighty Sun seem helpless.
Breeze brings with it assorted diseases.
End of the year points at advancing age.
Resolutions remind you of past failures.