At the St Paddy's Parade
Of course there were bagpipes
And kilt-wearing men.
As always, they marched
Up Fifth Ave. once again.
The day, bright and sunny,
Was cold, plus the wind
Challenged anyone out there
Who wasn’t thick-skinned.
I felt for the students
Parading without
Warm jackets or gloves;
They were frozen, no doubt.
Yet the smiles were contagious
And so was the green,
For today we’re all Irish;
There’s no in-between.
Which is why, walking home,
I made one unplanned stop,
Since tonight needs some Guinness –
Not just a wee drop!
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