There are good ones

and there are bad ones. Probably plenty of the latter

for many. So it seems, anyway.

There are tears of joy

and of loss.

There are unexpected surprises

of both sorts. All the time.

And because you never know what’s about to happen,

you’ve got to dance in advance.

You’ve got to expect the worst

but plan for the best. And always hope.

So I remain grateful,

utterly grateful,

for the goodness that is,

and persists

all around.

Happy Day, World!