What is it my dear,
That you can’t get so clear;
Each day a tear down the face,
Even though I don’t see any mess;
Is it because you enlighten everyone,
But you never get something in return?
Or is it because your heart burns in flame,
But no one ever mentions your name?
Please wrap all the troubles in a bundle,
And share it with me dear candle.

August 23, 2015

Each step one takes
Has two significants
Three days are not enough for a lunatic
He will exclaim, ‘add me four more minutes’
Five hours of work
Can make you empty six bottles of beer
Even on a Sunday, the 7th day of the week
Number eight is a favorite to most men
And nine is viewed as an unstable figure
Finally ten, it gets you back to one
If you switch the digits

August 22, 2015