Six months before and after

Here comes a day so quaint and queer.

So quiet, yet to me so dear.

It's different now, a fact I know.

And one like me must go with the flow.

Cast away what I encumber.

Grin at those who do remember.

Six months before and six months after.

With every wish it brings me laughter.

I even have to work later on.

I'm left to feed on dreams foregone.

I'm sure good luck will grant me protection,

so long it's there, my day is of perfection!

Why on earth am I blogging in rhyme?

Sure is one post I'll remember with time.

And maybe it's because it's so quaint a day.

So I hope now to stay jolly in every which way.