The Master swings the pendulum
While in the Captain's seat.
The table round
Twelve seats are found
In 1 to 12 countdown.
December reign's the well known group
He's the leader of the troupe.
Each calendar page
Is pulled from stays
The staples lose their grip.
You wonder why December rules
He's last in journey's trip.
Cause one by one
They fall from grace
And December's still in place.
Until the hand ticks off the time
The last minute rules its kind.
Then the Master swings again
The pendulum comes full round.
Another year finds time to bring
12 months they will be found.
Then again we once will pull
The pages from the past
To find another year is gone
December rules the cast.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling