Night’s Short Discourse

When I got kicked off the stage
My clothes grew closer to home

I waited for the first act in the alley
Looked up at the sky for a place to fly

Take a toke of yesterday
Watch tomorrow go up in smoke

Listen to the beat of my wings
The sparrow flies away

Remember ether in the airways
Breath in once or twice today

Good one, Peter, perhaps a vacation in Canada might do the trick.

Les

They might not let me across the border these days.

Thanks for visiting, Les.

Peter