St. Patrick’s Day
I wonder what I’m going to do.
Spending St. Patrick’s Day without you.
Shamrocks are hanging everywhere.
There is hardly any space to spare.
A light rain is falling now.
I have to feel it is good, somehow.
A rainbow can be brightly seen.
The gold at the end is just a dream.
Yet, if you arrive, that’s better than gold.
It will be great to have you to hold.
I am hoping a leprechaun didn’t nab you.
Hold you captive for a bit of stew.
Just kick him in his money sack.
Run like hell and come on back.
I am just joking around.
Killing time till you get to town.
I know there is a chance you won’t make it.
But, my St. Patrick’s wish is you won’t fake it.
You will arrive with time to spare.
Ready to go almost anywhere.
Then, we will go celebrate in Irish style.
After eating corned beef & cabbage, with a smile.
We will make this into a special day.
Special for us; our St. Patrick’s Day.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)