January

January, cruellest month of all,
April’s but a babe to bawl
While January squats, ancient, at the door
Dark, despairing at its core
Ready to pounce on Christmas mice
Ready to punish harmless vice
Forcing us to look long in the mirror
Where our failings could not be clearer
Before we are allowed into the light
We first must pass through January’s night

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