November is arriving once again
Will it be foe? Or will it be friend?
A poet am I until the end.
An artist too will I be
As I draw cartoons very carefully.
Drawing pad upon my knee.
Two poems and one cartoon a day
What will happen I pray?
Will the inspiration stay?
A brand new goal
To make me whole
With a wild run, as a foal.
A little totem will I wear
Without a worry or a care
So beautiful, it seems unfair.
November is arriving once again.
Be it foe or friend,
I will persevere until the end.
Will it be foe? Or will it be friend?
A poet am I until the end.
An artist too will I be
As I draw cartoons very carefully.
Drawing pad upon my knee.
Two poems and one cartoon a day
What will happen I pray?
Will the inspiration stay?
A brand new goal
To make me whole
With a wild run, as a foal.
A little totem will I wear
Without a worry or a care
So beautiful, it seems unfair.
November is arriving once again.
Be it foe or friend,
I will persevere until the end.