They say bad news comes in threes
it always seems to fall that way
perhaps it does, or it just seems to
because we are all looking
for the other shoe to drop,
another bad break,
another rotten throw of the dice.
If bad news comes in threes
how does good news come?
On a wing and a prayer?
On padded feet?
It never seems to balance out
the ‘threes’ to the one—
but at the end of the day
it gives us something to hang onto…
and given my d’ruthers,
I’ll take it.
© Ginny Brannan 2018
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