Black Friday begins
With all the hype
A gray day
It is damp; the cold is piercing
Some say it is ugly
Others can find beauty
Faces you see do not all look happy
They forgot that life goes on
Joy exists whether happy or quiet
A step back could be taken
To analyze all of our collective gifts
Soon the bodies become relaxed
Other’s horrors are not yours
They must be contended with, however
You offer prayers; keeping advice to yourself
Your own problems seem solvable
You can only control your own thoughts
They will take you to where you should be
Facing up or running away are options
Which will do suffice and carry honor?
The answer is usually obvious
Happy dancers choose the clear path
Those groomed for sorrow take the congested
Eventually everyone arrives at the ending
Temperaments may or may not have changed
It is always up to the individual
One finds misery where another finds peace
I will always recommend the search for beauty
It changes from day to day
You have feelings for those who are dour
But can only wish them well silently
For they do not care to listen
Still they are children of God and
Should be looked after and encouraged
Stanski
November 27, 2021 ^
Steve Haarman 