Comforts We Have Poem by David Harris

Like the old masters
I sit here by candle light
composing what I feel.
No power for light,
just a lonely candle
casting long shadows
in the early morning
as my pen touches paper
and dark and dreary clouds
cover up a blue sky.
I have written like this many times
before when the lights have gone dim.
Today is no exception
with all our modern stuff.
At times we have to rely
on what our ancestors did
and return to the harsh life
they used to have.
Coming back is a reality check
on how an easy life we have
and we should respect all the things we have
and the comforts we enjoy.


10 August 2014