Black Friday found us more concerned with thrift
Than acquisition; more concerned with Peace
Than pretty parcels. Thus, the gloom did lift,
And our full hearts felt something like relief.
Black Friday found us grateful for the day,
But conscious that the precious hours would fly:
We tuned our ears to Billie Holiday,
And filled the air with cinnamon and spice.
Black Friday was not really black at all -
For cautious optimism was the mood.
We noted Winter’s bright advance on Fall,
And smiled, because we finally understood:
Time, in its time, puts each thing in its place -And worry neither speeds nor slows its pace.