801 Golf and Pasta 10-15-18

Three widows
and two wives with their husbands
sit at their table,
(Number 15 of 18)
eating Italian food.

The men talk golf.
The widows talk death.
The wives swallow hard.


(Raising contributions
for Hurricane Florence victims.)

The guests are retired
snowbirds and gray-heads
with their walkers,
their sad stories
and their optimistic plans.

The widows work the room
with their lip-biting gloom.

The wives worry their souls
with their unspoken fears.

The men wash down the inevitable
with their second and third beers.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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