Today was a good day.
Hope rode in on her shiny hunk of steel
with charcoal metallic paint
interior dark as night and almost-new smell
techno gadgets galore with fancy buttons
engine and wheels to take her anywhere
not a deathtrap with a steering wheel.

Today was a good day.
Dreaming for more
settling for anything and less
a chewy chunk of debt and responsibility loom
but the rich taste of encouragement explode
into a million tiny tickles
on the taste buds of confidence.

Today was a good day.
Hope rode in on her gleaming smile.

So for me, today was a good day.