Sad Day Roundel

There are things that are good: the whisky I had
ten minutes ago, that carried the wood
in which it had lain - what more can I add?
There are things that are good:
the moon with the grace to appear when she should
have been covered in cloud, the girl who said 'Sad'
at the sight of my shirt, but smiled when she could
have passed by with a nothing, the memory of Dad,
aged eighty, in shorts that you'd have to call rude -
today of all days, there are tears, but be glad
there are things that are good.

1 comment:

HeartSong said...

You make this form sound like a natural way - a cadence that you have inside. The gratitude expressed in this poem is beautiful. A~