Gratitude: A Home Outdoor
written by: MiddleAgedNee
@AgedNee
Tarmac floor,
A door maybe,
Streetlight for sure,
at two or three it glows so slow,
Aware its radiance
Creeps in, its form feels warm,
A kindly mimic of heavens orb,
No laughter, delivered free to see,
Cold but grateful to thee.
MiddleAgedNee
Fifty seven years of age, working full time within the NHS in the UK.
