A tall glass of wine.
A good friend to talk to.
A pet curled up next to you.
A warm fuzzy blanket wrapped around
And a fireplace crackling behind you.
Things some people have
While others can only dream.
It is like how some can eat
While others cannot find anything to feed their children.
Or clothe them
Or have a safe place to sleep.
One of the lucky ones
Where our thoughts are sent out electronically
Do we dare to set outside and help those around us?
Saturn's Premier Poet 