Scraping the butter
Before you can use it for your toast.
Leaving the pajamas on for extra insulation
While getting dressed for the day.
Wishing there was snow
So you could complain about it.
Realizing that all these concerns
Are petty when you see a homeless person walk by.
Wishing you could crawl back into bed
Not just for the warmth, but shame at your selfishness.
Saturn's Premier Poet 