new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Ah, VassilisI oftentimes feel that way but only after I've discovered (usually to my horror) that the "good day" conceals an ungrateful and hypocritical heart
This one hits home hard today, Vassilis. Still, I thank you for it.
Well, Vassilis, you see it hasn't worked. Here they come. Telling you that.But you can trust you'll never hear it from me, my friend. Haven't been out of the box in daylight for more years than the faded pages of the 1947 calendar would tell, if I could still make them out. Thus, not knowing what "day" is, I can hardly offer you a nice one.So, then... have a nice night!
Friends, so be it, bitter as it may; still I would love to see the day that I could set my eyes on all of you and say (fill in blank)____________! That would make my day.