Waning away another year
Making it felt, of another approaching
What would my November be like
For that should be my 42
In all the 41 of my being
When have I found myself at home
While one could argue,
'tis where the heart is, Mine wanders
Mine has been places, over the hills
On the seas, in the dark mines
Over the mine fields, amongst the rain drops
Amongst the hailstorms, of ice and lead
Both in pools, red and colourless
Maybe this next one shall help me find
"Oh November, as you arrive "
"Bring me home, or make it known"
Let me hope for a wonderous dawn
I fret nor lament, for what has passed
Now, into tomorrow as I pass
Shine on me, and make it last
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