I must make a confession about crippling depression,
Cause today I have the blues.
It requires a concession of time for regression,
And dark days enveloping all views.
There is no progression in a working profession,
Cause clouds leave me missing all news.
I start the procession of blue notes in session,
And all melodies tend to be blues.
Catch a Falling Star 
A necessary digression to convey an expression,
Of gratitude to you and a hope.
That your poetic elocution can find a solution,
That will pick you up from your mope.
Best wishes my talented friend. Keith
Thanks for the booster-verse.