A light spirit with a merry heart
Flitting in the Arcade of Elan
Hears the chime at the morn,
Loses alacrity in a heartbeat
With her lithe gait drooped fast
And sighs for the end of the feast.
Author’s Note: Today ends the dreamful 4-day Thanksgiving holiday, and I wanted to commemorate it with this poem of mine. To me, it was truly the most cherished holiday because I could have all those time to myself doing what I liked in the comfort of my room without having to wake up in the wee hours of the morning to take a 2-hour trip to work. Time is indeed a fashionable host that changes his attitude toward the coming and going guests. What’s more, “Nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defense.” – Shakespeare