Gratitude

After seven decades of trial

and error, the dreadful losses

and glorious gains, through

calendars of holidays come

and gone, given whiskers

ripened on my chin old and

gray, after the monotonous

string of sameness day after

day which accumulate along

with the occasional eye-popping

surprises which have entertained,

I am honored to kick the dog of

my discontent being able curse

the pain. For it seems to me a far

more preferential way than being

settled six-feet under, silent for

an eternity committed to the

grave. At least I am alive and

grateful for yet another sunrise

with something left to say.

Chris Hanch 5-5-18