#1586-Cocktails

Today,

The same stories

Seem to be sung.

Often dull, repetitious,

Depressing, hard.

Colors fade,

As stories end,

In noise and farce.

Meanwhile, confusion

Mingles with doubt.

A new cocktail,

Iced with questions,

And qualms.

Perhaps it’s best now,

To lay back,

Sip some wine,

Listen to Bach, and

Recall old stories,

That never get dark.