Another candle burns down and spills; the electric lights would spoil the mood.
Another flapper dress bounces and someone else does the dancing.
I’m sitting at home, cool as a cat, relaxing in fine haberdashery; I wait only for the cat.
Another cloud bursts like his heart burst when someone shot him a year ago.
Another dead soldier for the cause, though I wonder if it is all worth it.
Another set of thoughts race by as the emotions of widowed bliss set in, consume the atmosphere and keep the cat from venturing over.
Another record set up to spin as I dance with his pillow in our joyful song.
C & K 