spring morning

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 pissed 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