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

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Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Not Good, Nor Bad

Suspicious of change
These things are just being
Objective – not strange
It’s all in your own seeing