Pick your favorite:
If one can’t say it
in seventeen syllables,
one may be verbose.
Good night and sweet dreams.
May tomorrow be better
and God bless us all.
I do not like cold,
save one redeeming factor:
cat curled up in lap.
Awakened refreshed
to a glorious spring morn;
all’s well with the world.
I helped a turtle
cross a busy street at noon;
My life has purpose.
