This week before New Year’s Day is weird, isn’t it? We’ve wrapped up the 2022 things, but somehow it’s not 2023 yet. What is even happening?
I shared this poem here a couple of years back, but I’ve tweaked it a little since then, so I’m sharing it again.
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That Lull Before the Renaissance
That lull between Christmas and New Year’s Day
Pajamas serve as uniform
The chocolates are polished off
The one jigsaw puzzle of the year takes shape
Noble intentions gestate
We sleep in mornings
Before the date arrives after which
Every day
We’ll stir ourselves early
To accomplish worthy deeds
We watch a few mindless movies
Before the date arrives after which
Every day
We’ll spend free time
Working out and reading classics
We create grocery lists
Full of carrots and broccoli
While crunching chips
We indulge and relax while we can
Before next week
When the work of the Renaissance begins
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Nomadic Noesis 