Spring Morning

Today, waking up, it was warmer, the winter 
had been cold at times, freezing electric heating
is not for those with a slim wallet

Today, we will write pleasant poetry 
not like the boy at the edge of his bed, his feet
not long enough to reach the floor, crying
for yet again losing his home because his mother
has tuberculosis, has to go to a sanatorium
his has to go living among strangers, he has to 
be nice to and not be boisterous

Yes, pleasant thoughts, not letting bitterness seep
into this day with its mild breeze and clear light
thinking of the dog he had walking in the woods
Heck, the dog died, that was sad, so let us think 
of something else, buying red wine and cheese 
Getting ****** and playing music too loudly is not funny
when you are the only one in the room

Two things on offer to gladding the day go for
a walk or sit on the terrace soaking up the sunlight
tell jokes about my life at sea, forgetting long
nights, somewhere on the Pacific Ocean
So, let us embrace old grudges and enjoy life
of not laughing, we know a giggle is short-lived