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Published: Dec 2010
End Of Year
Your absence tells which season's close
Time to reflect on months gone by, but not yet
Christmas nears, no time to think.
Passing smiles caught through busy streets
Indoors we flee in front of fires
Glasses clink, we toast the year's end
You catch my eye, next year we'll meet.
One last farewell, down family roads we head
It's late now, a window candle is lit
One more drink poured, the last stories shared
Another year, things change, the same warmth's felt.