On being an object of concern

Stanley Island Fun Day
Had food, music, family, friends
As promised; the river greyed out
Finely misted us until a tarp went up
By then the musicians under their own
Canopy stopped playing and it was
Just a gang of us under the leaky tarp
Gossipping, laughing, damp but happy.
My main claims to fame were the
Cottage Life magazine article and
My recent hospital stay, but I looked
Better they all said. And this
Was a regression day for me, so
I guess I was previously quite a mess.
Looked better, felt worse: on a scale of
One to ten, the party was a seven,
The day was a four, the food was a nine
The people were a ten, and I’d say I was
About a six. Not bad for an object of concern
Who had privately considered not going.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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