As Tuesdays come and go, I wonder
What brings me up, what makes me cry…
Why am I here - not over yonder
Where special wishes come to life?
And when it's frore, and dim, and gloomy,
When slush is lush… I read some Rumi.
I pour some wine, I sit and muse:
Those h o l y d a y s - are they of use?
Yet, each December, twenty four,
What better time to think of yore!
To reconcile and forgive,
To dream and do, to love and live!
24.12.2013
No Ordinary Tuesday
© Copyright: Тим Волков, 2013
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