Grateful
A poem
It’s cold outside As I sat in my cozy room Close to the window side I stood looking out, gloomy Is the street and the night My breath fogged the window pane Grateful I am, for today. The stove is on As it cooks my food Cup of tea in my hand I stood looking out, sad Is the man walking and his sight He pushed the door half-hearted Grateful I am, for myself Is he grateful for himself? Maybe more than I am For myself, then again it’s not To compare.
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