December 15th

My year has been a remarkable one

As I gloss over everything I've done

I'm proud of all the yarns I've spun

Now it’s nearly finished

I think back to my humble beginning

When I had just started spinning

With no thought of actually wining

My desire did not diminish

Although I may have said this before

My tiny mind is getting sore

I’m patiently waiting at the stage door

With thoughts that it might open

I walk the streets and hand out flyers

And talk to the prospective buyers

These are my dreams and my desires

Who knows, but here’s hoping

Whatever happens in the New Year

Whichever direction my new career

This will always be honest and sincere

Something I’ll constantly have

In the future when at desk and chair

I’ll think back to my first writing affair

I’ll be proud of my daily diary despair

I’ve loved, The Year of the Gav.