When you sit back and reflect.
About the year gone by,
Wondering where did all the time fly.
It's that time of the year again,
When you are alone yet crowded.
There is a sullen eerie silence surrounding you,
While all the emotions are flowing through.
It's that time of the year again,
When you settle all the balances.
Friends lost, friends gained,
Some acquaintances, others ingrained.
It's that time of the year again,
When silence speaks louder than words.
Hurt and pain are allowed to heal,
When you run low on invigorating zeal.
It's that time of the year again,
When beauty takes on a whole new meaning.
Everything old looks charming,
Everything new seems disturbing.
It's that time of the year again,
When you feel yourself getting older.
Reliving the times you have lived your life,
Despite everything, how you managed to survive.
It's that time of the year again,
When a warm hug is all you need.
The overwhelming gloom is only partially marred,
By the distant sunshine glowing in the backyard.
