Being Blessed

img_0445When sun blessed days are but memories

Winter’s grip tight round windows and walls

As soil hardens and nature rests soundlessly

Listen and heed as the fireside calls

 

Then warming, recall those happier times

What you did and what difference you’ve made

Think then of all those less fortunate

Living lives never out of the shade.

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