O HUMOR, HUMOR, WHEREFORE ART THOU HUMOR

We have to dig
Deep.

A tight grip on memories we must
Keep.

We must allow ourselves to
Weep.

We can collapse in a
Heap.

We have to be able to
Sleep.

This pattern of rhyming is feeling
Cheap.

In humor our souls we must
Steep.

from P’DEMIC (a)MUSINGS
​~Ellen Hyner



​WITH AN ATTITUDE OF GRATITUDE ™️