I must own to being indigo today
I must own to being pretty blue today,
It was in a fortune cookie yesterday,
A crispy shell, a sugar snap,
Inside a bad-news paper scrap,
Told of meloncholy dark days
On the way.
I must confess to being indigo today,
I’ve been shakin’ but I can’t shake this away,
At first I thought I’d caught a cold,
But it’s pneumonia of the soul,
Take me back to better days
Oh lord I pray.
I must own to being kinda dull today,
Much like a faded photo in a rusty frame,
I’m lacking dynamism,
Eagerness and raw ambition,
Damn that fortune cookie’s crumbly malady.
© Joseph G Dawson
02/10/2018 and earlier
