The Life of January (Poem)

January stands alone,
The little boy
No one wants,
To invite into their home.

He waits there,
As the lights come down
His pale face,
Becomes a frown,

“I hate myself,
 Can't you see?
Your misery,
Is because of me.”

January watches,
Through hollow eyes
No one cares,
Or hears his cries.

He is lonely,
All colour gone
His sad days,
Seem so long.

January is lost,
He needs a friend
But his raw fingers,
Won't extend.

He dies alone
But understands,
As February comes
To take his hand …

(Image: Google)

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