Wednesday, 28th January, 2026.
Hallo, Greetings.
The writer's health is not optimal....
But.... It is still functional. We write.
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Winter's Gratitude; Hearts at Hand
Remembering that brilliant sunrise, I now realize
That I am cold, 'cause I feel like; am getting old
To my left all I see is Ice,
To my right; oh how wonderful !!,
I spot something that looks like rice
Had I a bowl.... , nah; that's just wishful thinking
Perhaps just with my hands,
I shall scoop some and eat
Since after all, it's a generous free treat
Maybe I'm just too hungry, but I know for a fact that I'm not angry
I'm just curious, not furious; about my fate; as I let go of all that hate
Oh Lord of Mine, to you I shall whine
Have I really served my function?
'Cause am just a lost soul at this junction
I feel not; my limbs as they freeze
Some of my organs have started to cease
Wish I anything; that would bring me some ease
I should've gone into shock, it's hard to understand
Perhaps there's just no charge, left within me in stock
Perhaps I should dig; a hole for myself not too big
And lay in its cradle; forget all about this hurdle
Yet even now I still walk, and to your company; I get to talk
The Weight of their Hope; keeps me from going down that slope
The beauty of their dreams; flows in me like streams
Dare not I; die on this spot
Blizzard or not, forward I shall trot !!