Gloom Sunday

NaPoMo Entry 3 04/03/2022

Gloom Sunday, Mother Nature wants to cry,
New in my world sad indeed and so do I.
The craving for bourbon must be resisted,
My past addiction on which I subsisted..

Gloomy Sunday county radio playing loud,
Redneck national anthem and I am proud.
Then the familiar voice in spoken word art,
Who aided this poet in his radio start.

Gloomy Sunday and the tears start to roll,
Of my emotions I seem to lose control.
The sad news of a legend who has died.
Touching this poet down deep inside.

Gloomy Sunday and the memories flow,
Trying my best not to let the tears show,
He has gone, but left me with great pride,
C. W. McCall forever ten ten and on the other side

04/03/2022

Reviews

[Patricia]

Oh wow well done and yes sad! Love it