Whiskey and a thin cigar

Whiskey and a thin cigar

I puffed away on a thin cigar,

In the evening air, as the clouds cleared,

Alone in the garden, regarding a star.

Enjoying a gift from Panama,

As smoke, dissipating, disappeared,

I puffed away on a thin cigar.  

I sat and pondered how some people are

By warm humanity, to friends endeared,

Alone in the garden, regarding a star.

The whiskey I’d poured didn’t go far,

And as to the bottle, my arm was steered,

I puffed away on a thin cigar.

I thought of discussions, often bizarre,

Philosophical, and uniquely weird,

Alone In the garden regarding a star.

And as I raised yet another jar,

In memory of a friend revered,

I puffed away on a thin cigar,

Alone in the garden, regarding a star.