The Novice
P Paul Hartal
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Late night of every Monday
I immigrate into Tuesday.
But I cannot stop yonder.
So I move to Wednesday.
And then I continue my journey
arriving as a lonely stranger
to Thursday.
Still unsettled, I relocate
as an outsider to Friday
And become
an unseasoned trainee
on Saturday.
Yet the clock on the wall
keeps ticking and tocking.
And next morning I wake up
As a dawning new visitor
to an inexorable Sunday.
Well, actually it doesn't matter
How old I am.
To every new day
I am a newcomer, a novice.
Just like you.
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