On a Good Day

On a good day, my computer does what I

tell it to do. My two pups listen to my every

command and obey. On a good day, I keep

my balance and prevent stumbles and falls.

On a good day, I manage to minimize my

pain and allay troubles which may otherwise

complain. On a good day, my coffee is hot

and black, and its blend soothes and stimu-

lates. On a good day, all the bills are paid and

my bank account still has enough cash just in

case. On a good day, I can read and write, nap

and relax at will without fear of recrimination

or reprisals for my state. On a good day, nega-

tive influence will not supersede or invade. I

can accept the old and gray, the stuff of which

I have come to be made. And you, given your

narrow-minded and pathetic views on religion,

politics and shape of the nation, as I see it, shall

carry no weight. Please note, I have saved the

best and worst for last. You know who you are.

This is a good day, and there is no need for you

to call unless you have something pleasant to say.

Chris Hanch 11-25-19