Ten minutes to go till tomorrow comes,
And only a few days till the year ends.
I never was a genius at sums,
But time is growing shorter now, my friends.
I’m off to bed soon - I need lots of rest,
For Saturday is for Christmas shopping,
Finding a tree, and just doing my best
To entertain Josephine; no stopping.
She’s three, but January thirty-first
Is her fourth birthday. I’ll be forty-four,
So lots of fours all round. We have a thirst
For learning. What lies behind every door?
The Christmas present will become the past.
Today is gone now, blown by winter’s blast.
Fri 8 Dec 2006
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