Where is my sukkah?
Where is my s’chach?
The beautiful projects
All under the dach?
My esrog is withered
My Hadassim are dry
Aravos are lifeless
They all seemed to die
Aravos are sitting
On the aron above
A few leaves remain
From beatings with love
The shul floor is now littered
With ripped flags and wrappers
And half-eaten candies
From young whippersnappers
The sounds of the dancing
Though in my ears ringing
Are soon fading slowly
No jumping or singing
With tears did I sit
On that Shabbos night
While ten days of Yom Tov
Took off in flight
The final Havdalah
Of my exultation
Left my heart longing
For more celebration
From the fear of Kol Nidrei
And its trepidation
Transformed into dancing
And joyful elation
Ten days of joy
Of simcha and bliss
Of zemiros and dancing
I now sorely miss
How will I manage
In a month they called bitter
Just mashiv haruach
Added in to my siddur
I guess we must hold on
To the inspiration
That guided us back then
As a fledgling nation
Through winter’s deep frosts
And all of its cold
To the minim of Sukkos
I know I shall hold
And though my small sukkah
Has now been undone
Its warmth will embrace me
Like rays of the sun
The singing and dancing
The joy and the cheer
Will lift up my spirits
Until Chanukah’s here
And though my heart’s saddened
As Yom Tov is gone
The hope of the neiros
Will help me move on
