Gratitude
Post-midnight I stirred,
Pitch-darkness complete,
No lunar pale glow
Found grateful old me;
My wife, she slept on,
Sure strength of my life:
Her warm cheek I kissed,
Then calmly I dreamed.
Copyright © David Bose | Year Posted 2017
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