In the Wee Small Hours

Gently, your footsteps carry on,
in these wee small hours;
awaiting patiently for a sign of dawn,
a final greeting to yesterday – ‘so long’.

A glass of old whisky, or two,
would all your longings awaken,
in the wee small hours you would,
alone, dreaming as a fool should.

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