December 8
A long time ago In a place that still exists The Concept of Instant Karma became real A chance encounter? Or not? On Central Park West David met John Only David walked away From the strawberry stained scene. The press screamed And his widow cried The friends were left to wonder why. David, looking like Elmer Fudd Chatted with the bag lady While he awaited his fate. And the rest of the world, Not by premeditated choice Were left wondering what it meant. Now many years later We still sit here Waiting for our own Instant Karma to come.