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Wrote this for us who like something one day and its in the trash the next and for those who are never happy

Time moves on and the water drips January is the new year and new oaths A promise to be better and to lose a few Wind,cold and the back aches with shoveling February promises lurking and hope he sees his shadow Minutes pass as the Sun sets Windshield wipers frozen March and the first bud Birds are busy and start building Wish I knew what they were saying April and clocks spring forward Lose another hour and the faucet still drips Rain and rain and more rain Will it end May I look in the mirror More lines and the face sagging Getting warm and the flowers June and the Sun Nothing can hold me Walk a little less and eat a bit more July I become independent The face doesn't listen and the spots grow darker That Sun and burn Can I catch a breeze August I'm getting used to it The back has a new ache and the hole begins Dig a little now ,I'm going to need it September and a fresh breeze and the boys are back Every Sunday I watch with a new hope Can't wait for next week October and the trees remember Turn from green to red and the drip I need to fix that leak Has it been that long, seems like just yesterday November and it's colder now Feel a new pain and the clock That clock that never mattered when I was young December and the music Shop with the people and the back sings along Has it been another year I promise to do better but can I sleep a little more

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Date: 5/6/2016 9:52:00 AM
Patrick, this is an awesome poem, thank you for sharing. ~SKAT~
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Date: 4/19/2015 5:25:00 PM
Nice poem Patrick. I like your line "That clock that never mattered when I was young". Give you a 7 on this one!
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