I sometimes wonder
sitting in a room
the comfort, warmth
familiar surroundings
ever changing
keeping us new...
How lucky...
for what we have
noticeably goes unrecognized
Survivors of the coldest nights
a box or two without any glue...
always getting hit
by the door on the way out
Yes, be thankful...
for something new
be grateful
you get to choose
remember sitting by the fire tonight
all snuggled in robe
light burning bright...
There's someone in need
perhaps, not in your sight
that the extra scarf or
blanket might shed a different light.
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