Count Me In Poem by Susan Lacovara

When wicked winds blow busy by
And your coat threads far too thin
Head low against what wears you out
Think once, then count me in

If troubles mount beyond belief
Leaves you to shed your skin
In search of comfort in stranger's care
Breathe twice, then count me in

Comes knockin' hard a heavy hand
To late your chance to win
No cash, what credit given then
Wait three, then count me in

Should dark and dingy mark your days
In lamplight, all looks grim
Turn up your collar, turn back your steps
High-five me, count me in