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.

2 comments:

Bob said...

If not Joy, there's always Faith and Hope... or Constance.

Sherrie said...

awwwwww man... you beat me to the joke, Robert!

Steve...I hope your Thanksgiving is a good one. I'll be thinking of you and your mom. Give her my best, ok.

Thanks for the constant presence... it's hard to find true friends and I'm glad you're one of mine. Take care... I'll email a slice of pie. XXOO