Wishing You Well Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Wishing your well

I woke up early thinking it was New Yearday
and marvelled how mild it was.
The watch told me it was four o'clock and
the first of July, which is a festive day in the USA,
that is not as festive as wished this year.
Last New Year, we did not go out, the food is on
that day, usually third rate and overpriced, not
to mention the wine that is plunk
I'm not too fond of firework it makes me nervous and brings
memories of sitting in a basement while bombers
flew overhead looking for the airport.
On the way back they dropped the load, usually
over the sea, but accident happens.
I wish the USA well, and they have had some difficult
years, one hopes it will soon be over and
normality can sit in the White House again.