Came up with this poem this morning, and I thought it was amusing:
I woke this morning
Wrapped in Luck
Discovered in the bathroom mirror
My bedhead looked fabulous
Better than my actual haircut
Like finding a $50 bill on the sidewalk
Like getting a fortune cookie
That speaks your name
And says,
"Today is going to be a Good Day."
It makes me surprisingly happy to be able to write a poem about something that isn't dark, or painful, or about some grand aspect of the human condition/affliction. The little fluff of everyday life is just as deserving of notice, regard, reflection, contemplation, and recording for posterity as everything else, don't you think?
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