only really interested in Fridays
when they fall on the 13th
things I learn, questions I have
the people who could answer them
now laying in a graveyard
too late too late
steady north winds cold
keeping leaves from stacking by front door
broom gets a day off
death will come when it will come
no need to leave no forwarding address
too much “Look how fast I can play!
Aren’t I great?” these days
classical, jazz, whatever
everybody is growing older
except I who remain the same
a beautiful day with cold, light rain
an occasional biting wind to remind you of past indiscretions
here’s one to the old ghosts
that have returned
to the mysterious regions
of the Great Beyond
too late too late
in many polls, January is the least favorite month
I would personally vote for April
spring is here then
I want winter
too late, much too late
