I have been in the blue room the last few days

Nothing like the green room into which celebrities are ushered

Lavishly furnished room filled with expensive goodies and drink

For their pleasure and comfort

In which they relax

Before they stride into the limelight

Of some venue

My blue room is nothing like that

Sparsely lit and furnished

A table in the corner in the back in the dark

Yeah, that’s my spot

Head in hand

I sit and muse over the vicissitudes of life

The vagaries of life

Ala King Solomon

Vanity, vanity, all is vanity

Senior sighs swathed in melancholy

Time to regroup

Refocus

Move out

Shake off the ennui

Think on goodness

The grace of yesterday

Forge through today

Tomorrow is always brighter

When it’s not wrapped in blue