Another new day, another war ends.
Out with the old, in with the swing.
Another candle burns down, spills;
electric lights would spoil the mood.
Another flapper dress bounces,
someone else does the dancing;
I’m sitting at home, cool as a cat,
relaxing in my fine haberdashery.
I’m waiting for no one, just the cat.
Another cloud bursts, like his heart,
when someone shot him a year ago.
Another dead soldier for the cause,
though I wonder if it was worth it.
Another set of thoughts race by,
as the emotions of widowed bliss
set in, consume the atmosphere,
keep the cat from venturing over.
Another record to spin, as I dance
with his pillow to our joyful song.