December in July

December is the month that cries

December is the month of death

It mourns the time that passes by

She would say with every breath.

But December came and claimed just one

Her love of many years,

It passed her by but was not done

It left her to her tears.

July was hot but promised more

but then before she knew

December came to even its score

To its promise it was true.

She always wondered why it was

December had its way

She realized it was because

Death would not delay.

Come with me my dear sweet child

It’s time for you to see

That December can be anytime

And it comes for you and me.