Such a delightful sunny day,
Perfect for frolicking in the park.
But I’m at work being self-destructive,
For my mind and soul are dark.
By no means was this my best week,
Though I fought with all my might.
Now I’m in my recliner, in the dark
Grooving to Julie London all night.
My Father left this mortal world,
To be with my Mother up above.
I would have gone quite mad with grief,
If it had not been for my kitten’s love.
Middle of the night, I reach out
To find her sleeping next to me.
I softly sigh as she starts to purr,
My world is right, sweet Sammy.
Weather’s warm, the sky is blue,
Perfect chance to finally unwind.
Alas, I cannot taste the kiss of peace,
For the storm that rages in my mind.