I’m lighthearted footloose and fancy free,
I’m using my cane for the odd soft shoe.
When you’re ready, your teacher you will see,
And you’ll look at this life with eyes brand new.
Sanity returns as Limbaugh explodes,
Our fear is replaced by prosperity.
The hate and anger cease making inroads,
And we regard nature with clarity.
I may not be alive to see this joy,
I will do what I can to give it life.
Greeting each day with a laugh and an “Oy!”
And love will be what sees us through the strife.
I vowed a funny piece for Margaret.
I hope that this one is on targaret.