This time last year, I felt a little sad.

At first my hope fufilled me fully

I could breathe and think and speak clearly.

This time last year, I worried for dad.

I knew the fall from grace would be hard.

Whose fall was harder I cannot say

Mine brought demons that stay to this day

His, a yard to hard earth in a yard

Depression hit me hard, it took time

Surgery three times, is this the one?

This time last year, I could not rhyme

I feel alive withdrawn the gun, won

this war of attrition. Hear the chime

of the future call, it leaves none

This time this year, is full of hope and fear.