Day: March 12, 2025

THE CREPE PAPER IS GREEN

Nothing felt right, but

it never does when

an element of reality

has been removed

from life.  Our, one day

a year hero, Charlie,

no longer tickled the ivory at

The Shamrock Bar on

Franklin near Eastern.

A tradition was over.

Nothing tried would

replace it and so

we dealt with

a new void in life.

Finding a new spot

for Saint Patrick’s Day

celebration never worked.

The old gang

broke up, each

going their own way.

That was just life,

the way it still is.

Memory will serve

the lonely hearted

until something new

comes along or

the importance of

that special feeling

dwindles to nothingness.

Then we move on to

The Senior Center.

Do-gooders will come to

the home and lead

the inmates in some

tired old Irish tunes,

forgetting all about

the Guinness Stout and

we pretend to be happy

until they leave and we

wait for our daily ration

Of stool-softeners and

sleeping medications.

Stanski on March 12, 2025, ^