closing time

it's impossible that another year
is almost over.

how can this be?
where o where did the days and weeks
go.

I look back and try to remember
significant
events, days where something good,
or even
bad occurred that will
be remembered for a long time.

unfortunately most of the memories
in the first four months were
horrible,
with a few good ones sprinkled in
the mix.

once the chain was cut though,
and the dead weight was thrown
overboard, things
did get better, and the sailing
was smoother.

but it's closing time on the year.
and everything must go.

tack the new calendar to the wall.

wring out the old, ring in the new,
or something like that.