“December 1st” (small poem from many years ago)

I write to you December 1st,

it is midnight fast…

people are asleep at last…

…with the sorrow the worst

 

Soon they will start the transfers,

I might be near any day…

- Friday to Sunday -

I’ll receive promising laughters

 

A card I’m sending to the boys,

the lake near to show…

Whenever here it starts to blow…

…reminds me of March’s "toys"

 

G.Birbilis (semi-free adaptation from the Greek song "December 1st")