BG thanks thanks for something for nothing for anything for everything thanks for remembering for forgetting for helping for holding thanks for
BG new day new day new morn doesn’t feel any different than the 1 before the aches and pains feel the same the distance to the coffee pot hasn’t changed the mirror reflects an image grown to ignore today’s the same
magic pour a little bubbly liquid libation time for a celebration take a sip of this a magical concoction stripping years & years of fears & tears that
BG Happy Holidays Where has the time gone too? that turkey we devoured in November still seems to be sticking to the ribs in the month of December wrapped in bows that
BG count your happiness the food enough to stuff everyone plates piled every conceivable dish and delicious they were leaving stomachs over filled overly content thinking 1 should not eat again the news turned on to find
BG my endless sea all my ducks wouldn’t stand in a row they waddled here & there with no place to go quacking became louder making little sense to me
