“Every holiday season was the same: arguing, arguing, and arguing. Then suddenly they are all gone.”
With silver bells and golden lights
Tucked beneath my own furrowed brow,
I walk this old snow laden path,
Of Yuletide's empty, broken vow.
In days gone by we filled the house,
With our angry aimless riots,
But now I hear a whispering mouse,
The voices have all gone quiet.
Why did I waste the days away?
Was peace on earth not welcome here?
With the goodwill still left to men
I will dry away a contrite tear.
I will not let these lessons learned
In the winter of my days,
Be left to rot with Auld Lang Syne
And pass into remorse's haze
Instead I leave this advice
To all those who would care to hear,
Love those with whom you spend this night,
For fragile are the passing years.