Here comes another November
trying to take away one more year.
Its coming is becoming haunting
Building in me an ounce of despair.
Relinquished, I fall to its danger.
Another time for me to ponder,
To think, to wink and to breath
To feel life and enjoy the breeze.
Here comes another November.
Its coming is something I fear.
Telling me that sand is filling,
That I might be left with nothing.
I still do not know if I owned it,
Or was I just a passerby of regrets.
I do not know how far I can go,
Or what to look forward to.
Succumbed by a gloomy mist,
I wish to find the final phase;
To find the point for me to rest,
For my soul to become at ease.
Here comes another November
Announcing to me the nearing end.
Teaching me nothing but to mend;
Not to forget but to remember.
Remember the joy of each moment,
Accept each one as an endowment.
