Paper Flower Crowns Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

These matters at hand let them fall, let them stand.
I do not want to bear their weight anymore.
This gravity that shapes our orbit, the tides, the sea.
That my dear is reality enough for you and me.

Weld the mailbox shut, cut the wire, damn the bills.
Let your magazines expire, may I push you on the swing?
Grief take a holiday, I bought new candles for the bath.
Raise a glass to friends, family and strangers most of all.

Tomorrow is as maybe, pennies in the fountain shine.
Best to spend every cent and trade chocolates for kisses.
Have a laugh on me, let's forget our slap stick history.
To hell with left or right all we need is common sense.

Dig a moat around my doorstep where so much grief was left.
Spread a blanket for a king and queens repose.
Let me flatter you with nonsense and wine laced revelry.
Sweet existence will set us free to sigh and sing at will.

The cat now fat with winter fur gets ready for the season.
Fill your soul with happiness grow large with self content.
On our stage we gladly use the hook extracting whining players.
Let's make our crowns of paper flowers and feast on macaroni.