Longer time to mend, and shorter time to play
Streetlight halos shine on sins longer each day
Blurring the edges of the black and the white
The wrong and the right
Growing the dark and removing the light
Reflections of life in puddles floating leaves
Curled edges, cutting veins, while winter pleads
The icy breeze
While the sun wanes to a southern retreat
Shadows grow long from trees and feet
The Northern wind arrives fast and fleet
Singing her song
Her sting we meet
A year rolls by
Memories we keep
Time escapes our hold
With it, and from it are the stories we have told
Such a cruel master to which we slave
Losing our fight each night and day
And only on this paper with marks and tears
With toil and sweat we recount the years
Another story to behold
Another year for your life to unfold
Another story to be told