KNOCK! KNOCK!
Knock!
Knock!
Whosoever
is it,
Just
let me be in.
Patience has grown
one
year old.
It resent me through the cold
December nights
and through the wet July rain;
But now
here I am again.
Buy me some warm, cozy clothes.
Feed me with yummies.
I am a guest
so old
so cherished.
I have been coming since the time
of your grandfathers.
Everyone knows me.
The poor boy around the corner is
so fond of me;
he
hopes that I never go.
His parents,
they
hope that I never came.
Nonetheless I am in your town
at your door again.
Take a few days leave;
We shall renew our blurred, old
memories.
Show me the golden paddy fields;
Take me to the pair of ropes
which fly;
Teach me to drive colorful birds with
threads;
Involve me in
the wealthy, drunken card games.
Someone of my kind
will be here in a fortnight.
Before he comes
I will have to go.
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