Cheers

The coffee is decidedly mediocre.
Still, it beats being dead.

Morbid thoughts? Perhaps.
But then again, you are alive,

three years past surgery
and radiation, and other abuses of a body

in the interest of just this, a chance
to sip mediocre coffee on a rainy morning

and like it.

About this poem

Ties into my essay earlier this morning about the third anniversary of my cancer surgery.

Tom