Investment Advice

Today there were a million “Please,”

and a million and one said, “Thank you.”

A million “Excuse me,” a million 

and one, “No problem.”  Two million 

horns not honked when someone

forgot to hit the turn signal, three 

million fingers not flipped, four 

million curse words not uttered.

“I’m sorry” five million times said,

“That’s alright,” replied five million

and one times.  It was a start and 

the news didn’t report any of this.

They couldn’t let it be known 

there’s goodness in the world.

Tomorrow, the stock in kindness 

will be on the rise, investment cost – 

the golden rule remembered.

Uncountable dividends to follow.

-Byron Hoot

hootnhowlpoetry.com.   

Good Friday, 2022

I don’t know the theology of today

but I know the story is true.  Know

that family and friends surround you,

that someone will betray you,

that you will be falsely accused

because all you’ve ever been is you.

Know this enough to make local and 

state and religious governance tremble.

Know the mockery of justice served,

know the libation of innocence relieving 

responsibility to please a mob of religious

cronies crying for blood and death

and know the approval for both given.

Know the suffering and agony,

the attempt of the dead to kill the living.

know the descent into the underworld,

the walk out, the temptation to see how 

far you’ve come by looking back 

which would keep you there. 

Know the rest of the story

which is, like all good stories, yours 

and mine.  Know the practical miracle

of understanding and surviving,

that new day we walk in.  Maybe that’s

why this Friday is called Good.   

-Byron Hoot

 hootnhowlpoetry.com.