Sax it up.

Whipps ledge was recently bathed, with a sudden hour
long early-spring rain.
Romeo trudged down Whipps ledge, sounds of sax filling his head.
He had nothing to call his very own, excepting his dear old
Saxophone!
The crowd above sitting on the ledge applauded as he played, since he played
with empathy like every other day.
He had met his Juliet briefly once, those were the moments of
a happy trance!
The saxophone has countless musical notes embedded inside, -
For our Romeo to play them out night after night.
Yet so many Romeos like him shall slowly fade away;
And the saxophone shall play their dirge at the end of
the day! Play,Play,Play may you find your Romeo one day.

In the name of the Father,peace onto all, more so for you, single Mom.

That's how I end a prayer.

Have a beautiful day.