The year ends every December,
It still begins every December,
Life becomes fair, business then unfair,
Dead bones wake for a month,
Tadpoles gone for some months.
Every December… some get ugly,
Fake beauties flock my green,
More duties I gain on my choice.
New become old, olds are new,
Charms become fair, darkness become light.
Last December and every others,
Someone new strolled in, with unknown smiles,
Old friends lose enchantment and worthiness,
Always, for the new, we move forth to shine.
After December, loneliness and heartbreak turn lyrics.
Every December… the poor look rich,
The rich turn richer. Who is the richest?
It all becomes hearts of numbers; number of money.
Fairness becomes fairies, only ladies go bleaching.
What comes still goes, just in December.
These dollars will last just in December,
That tummy will grow till August, forget the pain,
August meeting will hail or banish you,
That’s for ladies, the man is always right,
This can never stop happening every December.
By Chinedu Hardy Nwadike
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