Well it is here,
That last day of the year,
The day when I look back,
Look back at the year I have had.
It’s been a funny year,
A year in which my wife disappeared,
Disappeared into her own world,
Her world of dementia.
So I now live in two worlds,
The one in which I live MY life,
And when I can get in,
The one in which SHE lives.
Her world is getting harder to break into
Where my world is shrinking,
Shrinking to accommodate hers.
It is not all bad though,
The love between us is strong,
And always will be.
Although the year has been hard
It has its compensations,
I am still singing in the choirs,
And that brings me much joy.
I still write these words,
And these words are important to me,
Almost as important as the music,
The music I have in my life,
Be it Classical or Jazz,
Opera or Country,
Folk or Modern,
It has always been in my life,
And always will be.
So like each year
It has its ups and downs,
But I am here,
And I go into the New Year with Joy,
With Joy and Expectation,
With Expectation and Anticipation,
Anticipation that the New Year,
Will be good to me once more,
Because?
Because I am here!