Gravy: Happy New Year

 

Whatever this is, now,

Will pass. 

And, sooner rather than later. 

Me, too,

I’ve had my three score and ten. 

The rest is gravy. 

This cup of coffee

This cherry red lipstick

This interesting book

This funny stand up

This prayer for the future—

Gravy.  

It won’t be fun. 

The pain that’s coming

Is coming

But so is the hope.  

That’s gravy, too. 

Happy New Year.