January

January started slow.
The coldest winds,
and the deepest snow.
And it’ll all stop until we get home,
and the lights go off even when you’re alone
And time just marches on…
and the time just marches on.
Those soft little tunes you sung,
come back sometimes in your native tongue.
September came around again,
a year older, and summer’s end
And time just marches on…
and the time just marches on.