I will be happy with this–
Whatever “this” is.
Whether drinking cold beer
While watching the Steelers win
Or shuffling down the street,
With a stomach like an ogre’s growl,
Searching for fallen change
On the ground to buy food for the week.
I’ll be happy with what’s there,
What’s given to me. That doesn’t mean
That I’m content. There are negative plays,
Turnovers and penalties in every victory–
Something that can always be improved.
A. J. Hayes
Give a poet a pen