Can you sing of your despair,
swilling shandies by your fireplace?
Sitting on an empty beach, a faraway tsunami
heads your way.
All your friends are dead now,
your dog moved next door.
When you've bought the last bottle of champagne
—will you sing?
Shared with dVerse Quadrille #259 – sing
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
Wow. That’s a powerful punch of a Quadrille. Well done.
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Thanks De 🙏 With some of the obvious greed that is seen in the world, I wonder how happy those people might actually be.
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Indeed. Perhaps a woeful melody to lead us to the grave.
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A death march…
Thanks K.F. 🙏
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Probably not I would have thought – you’ve cleverly turned the prompt on its head – brilliant! Jae
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Thanks so much Jae 🙏
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Embracing change is hard when it comes to fact it start with yourself.
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That is definitely a thought provoking write. Better sip that last bottle of champagne not sure if it would be a celebration song though.
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Thanks Truedessa 🙏 I guess provocative is my wheelhouse!
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A sad song of finality, Shaun! Hard to sing when all is lost!
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All is always lost, so we may as well sing…
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Wow. Three hard facts sandwiched between two scathing questions makes for one very hard hitting poem.
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Thanks D. 🙏
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