All of civilization holds its breath
For still unknown, our gratitude
For long forgotten luxuries.
A flowery tale our ancestors told
Of days gone by, of survival bold
Creativity on hold, stymied neath a load of care…
The cry of the land…safe food, safe house, safe heat
Beauty, though appreciated is flimsy, fleeting, and on hold.
Hark! Yonder is foreseen
The dawn of civilization beams
Forsooth is seen the light of day
When toilet seats, warm once more.
And one can’t help but wonder
What would our forebears have thought
What might the world today look like,
Had a secured and certain warm toilet seat been there
They shake their heads in mock despair
We could have all gone to hell in a hand basket.
A helluva lot sooner.
Hark, I’m rendering philosophic you say?
Nay. Merely waxing poetic says me.
All for a warm toilet seat.
And yet, despite the cold, not all insight flees,
Understanding dawns…as I finally see.
How silver aluminum Christmas trees
came to be.
“Just look”, says me, to the McDonald’s Cashier.
“How sunlight glints on yonder tree”.
The light bulb goes off for all to see..
At last the beauty of the aluminum Christmas tree.
And so, our gratitude pours out this Christmas morn
To repair crews, near and far.
Who cold, forlorn, and weary be,
Will wend their tools of trade
So folks like you and folks like me
will merry, warm and happy be.
And do you wonder why?
The brain, it freezes when upon a cold throne you pause.
Living Joyously Tip for the Day:
Don’t worry…be happy! There are always warm toilet seats, just around the corner!