Rosh Hashunnah
5793 and the world's ajar,
another poem for the nearest star,
to take a journey to afar,
like a prisoner loosened from behind a bar,
by a judge too tired to drink his tea,
another life sentence for you and me.
there's no doubt about the way you feel,
trying not too hard to make it real,
life's amiss with carefree woes,
go water some flowers with the garden hose.
keeping in mind that the job'll get done,
long before the crowd resigns,
to make good whiskey from a bottle of wine.
boruch attah adononei elohaynu meloch ho-olum,
boray pree hagofen.
Amayn.
A ton sante!
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Happy b-lated Rashunnah, my
Happy b-lated Rashunnah, my Jewish brother. Nice poem. Peace, NSF