adventures in dysthymia

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

One Thousand and One

One thousand and one things
to do today; one thousand
and one and not one of them

names the rising sun.
No, not one is worth
the baptism of dawn.

Bring me tomorrow in
a tall glass and I
shall toast the memories

that were my comrades;
all one thousand and one
and not one worth the keeping.

Stephen Brooke ©2005

Okay, I have to get the depressing stuff out of system occasionally. Maybe by tomorrow I'll be jumping with Joy. Unless she has a date to jump with someone else.

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