Not always a straight path,
Sometimes the road forks as an aftermath,
Two different ways to go inevitably,
Either together or separately,
But memories will linger,
Some remaining forever,
Maybe even changing over time,
With thoughts becoming more sublime,
Until fondness wins over pain,
While walking down Lovers’ Lane.
First day you brought joy,
Sweet child of the universe,
Your last day sorrow.
In between fun times
Mixed with mischief and good deeds,
Crushed to see you go.
Inevitable,
The Reaper comes to say, Yo,
It’s time to go.
Irreversible,
Here one day, the next the last,
The presence now passed.
Unconditional,
No do-overs or returns,
This means permanence.
High-fivin’ feline,
Connection with affection,
Cuteness in progress.
Sweetest spot of the week,
Akin to reaching Mt. Everest’s peak,
The day to kickstart the wind down,
Easing the daily grind and work frown,
Anticipating two days of leisure,
Respite from deadlines and pressure,
Whichever day of the week that day may be,
Friday is what I dub thee.
That day has come to mean
The beginning of the beguine*.
Source: dictionary.com
Boléro (Ravel) – André Rieu:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LwLABSm0yYc
Image: C Mac
Adieu, 2020,
Farewell, good-bye,
Good riddance to you!
Bienvenido, 2021,
Be kind, be well,
Make us love you . . .
[Listen to the brief but uplifting song below by Cabana Boy Q.]
Lyrics to X’mas 2020 (the song above):
Surreal
Not so real
Pictures from a reel
This year’s Holiday feel.
Plates, silverware, and glassware shining bright,
Table all set, but no one to invite
To prevent a Covid-19 super spreader event,
Though feeling much discontent.
No great expectations this year;
Just a simple meal and tall glass of beer.
Side benefits to self-imposed quarantining —
Not doing massive cooking and cleaning.
Though most grateful to have technology
To spread my wishes and apology:
Sorry to say from miles away,
Have a Happy Thanksgiving Day!
A fast-paced thriller,
André Rieu’s YouTube shows,
Mushroom, cheese pizza.
Tonight’s specialty,
Guarded by Jack O. Lantern;
Stop by the doorstep.
Pinched, red-rimmed eyeballs,
Gazing, rolling, spell-binding,
There for the picking.
Pluck one and pop it,
Genuine Halloween treat,
Feel the squishy lens.
Karina Pinella 
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