HERE'S TO THE GOOD TIMES

HERE’S TO THE GOOD TIMES

Here’s to the good times we have stumbled upon,
like blind drunkards in some dark alley.

Here’s to the rising stars of our days,
that shimmer like gossamer on the golden valley.

Here’s to the good times, dwell not upon tears,
for they will come unbidden, raping and pillaging,
confirming our worst fears.

Better to rise and give thanks for the sunshine,
that pours forth from heaven like a sweet golden wine.

Be thankful for clouds, be grateful for storms,
there is much to learn from thunder,
and the crack of lightning in the sky,

The most gorgeous rainbows follow our sorrows.,
the loveliest azure in the heavens, the sunrise of tomorrow.

Here’s to the good times, we claim them as our birthright.
like hapless dancers through this world, twirling with a hard-earned grace,

Doing pirhouettes against the evening sunset,
As day slowly dies and brushes a goodnight kiss
across our wild and weathered face.

Here’s to the good times, all we have is today,
let the moment caress you and whisk you away.

-BRUCE POTTS
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