And so it goes,
another year passes
us by in the blink
of an eye.
And I hardly remember
most of it.
It was a good year,
if memory serves me,
life has sort of settled
down in a good way,
and it’s all entirely
… good.
There’s no more late
nights at a bar, sipping
sorrows from whiskey,
as sexy couples twirled
across imaginary dance floors
and bartenders loved me.
No staring at pulsing neon signs,
illuminating the dark confines of
old man bars, rife with crusty
opinions and dizzying conversations
about life, religion, or politics.
Another year freed from the
shackles of intolerable loneliness
and depression.
No dark valleys of the mind,
crowded with the melancholy thoughts
of the perpetually alone.
Untroubled, but still…,
troubled with the state of the World,
race, religion, politics, sex, booze,
and all the tidbits that seems to
fill up every year.
There’s something about the past
year, something that retrospectively
seems inherently good, but I couldn’t
tell you any specifics, it was just,
a good year, like fine wine or old
cheese. And so it goes.
