Mostly meaningless

poem, Words and music 1 Minute

When ghosts walk by on a sunny day,
Do they stop to chat about old Bombay
Or simply banter along the way
While we, left behind, enjoy the day?

And if I die before I sleep,
Will they greet me by the chimney sweep?
I know this song’s not very deep — 
I bought the rhymes here on the cheap,

The lyrics hardly make a sound,
And I lie hopeless on the ground,
Hoping one more sleeping hound
Will find just what needs be found.

This is a mostly meaningless poem
I found one day that I took home.

Published by WarrenBluhm

Warren Bluhm is an award-winning community journalist, twice winner of the Wisconsin Newspaper Association’s prestigious Robert T. Wright Memorial Award as the best local columnist in the state. His voice was heard in thousands of radio newscasts from Green Bay to Ripon for 22 years, and his words were featured in thousands of newspaper editions for more than a quarter-century after that. He has had a digital presence since 2005 with blog posts he has collected in 10 books to date, and he has seven additional works and collections of his fiction.

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