~ He Sat On The Boardwalk


He sat on the boardwalk

Whistling Sinatra

People passed

Glanced askance

Puzzled 

By the perfect pitch

Yet, dying art-

I stood mesmerized

At this optimistic artist

And, ‘That’s Life’

Just when I needed it most!

O’Prunty ©

3/19/15

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