ITS ALL GOOD
If nothing new is written, the absence is noted by a few.
When reports are polished and gleam with the sheen of community bias.
When Leaders are replaced by noisy followers,
Growth subsides and is mimicked once more,
Protecting the status quo,
The ebb and flow
And signal the seductive return of serenity.
When discovery is recorded,
When an artist unveils,
When science confirms a new idea
When the remarks of a 110 yr old lady reach our ears,
Her wrinkles seem attractive.
We all feel safer.
We return to an earlier focus,
Now enhanced by the absence of previously tight abs.
The shallow breathing and the furrowed brow are forgotten
And, we relax.
It’s all good says Dixie
And life goes on.