Who can decide
What were the best, the happiest, the bitterest,
The most unfair
My photos, memories and days
Of passing year,
The most alive?
I felt, I was, I knew, heartbeat,
So me to hold the scales,
Remembering the smiles
The silent cries, the tears,
The last respects
To friends and groundless cheers.
My trying three hundred,
Unsettling sixty-five -
Noctambulant and draining year.
No one to blame at last
And nothing to complain.
Revealing but for all that – fair.