“Well, good for you!” I came to say, a fallback phrase I’d gained
As fodder for the small talk when a conversation waned.
Whatever someone told me, I would “Good for you!” respond
Which seemed an affirmation of a fleeting, friendly bond.
No matter the occasion, it was “Good for you” I’d quip;
But soon I came to realize it sounded trite or flip.
Determined to improve myself, to halt the phrase — betray it —
I vowed to kick the habit — yes, no longer would I say it.
The person I’d confided in now offered her review,
Consoling me with pitied look and saying, “Good for you!”