It was this time last year,
I am sure that it was
and the year before that
and before that and I am sure
I was there
at the top of a pine tree
mending a cone
pretending that I was the king
on my throne,

it was this time last year
like the years that have passed by,
waiting for the new year
with a tear in my eye.

there will be
from them and from me,
beginning with the beginning of January
and we’ll see what we see.

Time has yet to carve those regrets on my face,
the wizard looks after his own.

That’s it,
get over it
or fall under the spell.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.