Years, with You and Without You

Janruary comes about, is a brand new year.

For it is very long until December I fear,

Has just been past.

February goes by much, much too fast,

March stretches out really long.

April birds sing their song,

May brings me nothing but complete emptiness inside.

June swings around and I duck and I hide,

July arrives and I become real calm.

Throughout August in my palm,

I hold you and I awake in September.

In the middle of October I remember,

The pain at the end of November.

As the sharp sword like edge of December,

Hits me,

Sharply.