Remember, remember, the fifth of November
only twenty-five days left to go.
I see no reason
for this dull, gray, season,
caught between bright fall leaves, and snow.
Oppressing, oppressing, my spirit depressing;drudgery, and gloom abound.
I can only have hope
I'll find some way to cope,
until December is found.
Ok, ok, I was never great at poetry. But at least you don't have to look at those awful yearbook photos anymore...
1 comment:
Love the poem!! (I know, I know..what you're thinking.. 'But you're my mother, you have to say things like that!') No, really...!
The whole point of November, I say, is the 3rd line of your second verse, the 5th word! It's a picture of HOPE! :)
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