2016 really sucked.
This year brought no better luck.
Our politics still make me ill.
The nation stands divided still.
Marlowe died six weeks ago.
I’ve rarely ever felt so low.
Darcy’s here; she’s eased our pain.
Our house is now a home again.
September brought a hurricane.
We fled the state; it seemed insane.
The house was fine, and so were we.
For weeks, we picked up storm debris.
A brighter note: great trips were planned.
We went to China and Japan.
Chicago and Niagara Falls.
When we left town, we had a ball.
Our work is pretty much the same.
A few more years, we quit the game.
We’ll spend our summers in NC.
A safer, cooler place to be.
An endless year is nearly gone.
I doubt we’ve seen the worst from Don.
It’s now three years until he goes,
So keep the faith, and hold your nose.