This is the month for Marching ahead
Winter is over and Spring will start
Animals awake and get out of bed
Snow has melted and we have a renewed heart.
On the 13th morning ahead we move the clocks
No big problem due to losing an hour sleep
Outside are many birds in their respective flocks
Splashing the puddles of water so very deep.
This was also a very special day
Every year I still shed a tear
It would have been Maureen’s birthday
I miss you, I love you and wish you were here.
Two days later we are to beware the Ides of March
Hamlet was warned by his supposed friend
Often Hamlet was seen around an arch
With his enemies lurking around the bend.
Marching forward two more days
Kissing the blarney stone like the Irish
Happy St Pats when no one ever pays
Drunk like a skunk and smelling like a fish.
Spring begins on the twentieth
Winter will be in our rear view mirror
Observing pretty sunlit skies at its zenith
Flowers blooming outside around each door.