How do I feel the passing of the year,
When winter locks our world in iced embrace?
How can I trace the warm path of a tear,
When all of my tears are frozen in place?
There'll be no alarm in the crystal air,
Father Time leaves no footprints in the snow.
The stately evergreens really don't care,
And have absolutely no place to go.
The silent clouds sail serenely along,
Graceful galleons across starlit skies.
The birds all have colds, and can't sing a song;
The man in the moon smiles, but he tells lies.
How do I notice, am I really smart?
I feel the year pass, in my beating heart...
Mick McKellar
December 2015
How else would I notice, if not the clock, maybe...or the TV?
Mick
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