BITTERSWEET

December, we can't regret; a sanctuary.

But first let's not forget. 

The one whom it begot; January.

From drought through frost to flood:

Such a flying time we've had.

Although it hasn't been a boilerplate,

I have so much with you to contemplate,

Since we all began the year at the same place.

Was yesterday not January?

That skin drying and lips bursting mammoth.

The longest yard of a measured cloth,

Hated by salary workers for a month?

Then came one so feeble.

Short, stout and stable.

February came with calm,

And soon, we all had bread in palm.

He came waiting for Easter,

His holy moly sister.

The fasting months soon approached:

Marching to April as it May.

Remember our sacrificial lamb;

Jesus, our non-sink sand,

The solid ground on whom we stand.

Here is the mouth-watering,

The mixed-cropping,

The earth-soaking.

June's journey with Julie to July,

On an August occasion we can't deny.

That led us to the quadruplet "BER" factory,

Where the bittersweet chocolate, 

On River Volta was manufactured late.

We shall call it the Dam spillage,

Which started in September's  village.

And if today we live to welcome December,

Let's not beat our chest.

Let's go see our Doctor.

Let's do a thorough medical checkup.

Let's Pray, thank God and He may renew your health insurance.