The Blues
Sitting here alone again:
watching Mash!!
I know, but what the heck.
It’s still a smash,
just as it was then.
The highlight of my day;
discounting watching
the cats at play.
So free–
they seem to be.
But then, who am I to say?
My big concern
sadly to learn
in my present state of demise.
Is how to crease
this solo piece
and have some left
to wipe my eyes.
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2014
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