And So It Goes

 

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.