• Winter comes, Winter goes
    And it will be cold, I suppose.
    There will be warm coco all around
    And joyous music to make sound.

    These moments should be jolly
    If not, at least let them not be folly.
    Yet, as people are cheering & singing
    Others will be in sorrow and weeping.

    These seasons will bring both misery and bliss
    Mine will come from wanting that little Miss.
    But that does not mean others will wait
    So I will try to ignore on getting that mate.

    If everyone did this, then all would enjoy the season
    The whimsy in the air and dance with good reason.
    How great that would be if our world worked so easily
    Then my wish would not be so measly.

    But here, I must put to a halt
    That dreaded thought inside my vault.
    The vault that decides my dreams,
    The thinking pot that creates diabolical schemes.

    For a wish as joyous as this is only a tall tale
    And it would be ridiculed such as that and fail.
    Yet, as long as this remains a wish in my head
    I'd be glad on waiting for it to come ahead.

    One day, it will come true
    I'm sure of my far-fetched brew.
    I just hope that I will see it before I've left
    Then this wish I hold will not be a theft.