Saturday, March 17, 2007

She was a star.
Every saturday,
Monday,
Wednesday afternoon,
She would walk,
With her ball in a worn
but clean
Leather bag,
The few blocks to the alley
And she would join the ladies
At the league.

I didn't know that
She was a star.
I knew she played
But I saw her name
On a plaque

Gentlemen.

There's something about cheese and wine,
and a cream blazer,
and artful,
appropriate,
understated
(but fashionable)
people,
that seem to make life worth caring about.
Dignity,
courtesy,
respect,
knowing what to know,
doing what should be done,
and making an attempt to make life more
comfortable
for everyone.

One Poem and One Day At A Time

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