Sitting, sipping, at a table outside
Under an awning in a cold light steady rain
Lets more stuff
Happen in my brain
Than if I were warm inside
In a nicer chair;
Acting like
I didn't really care
If others outside
Can't afford to come in.
They're also banned from the bathroom.
Seems like a sin.
I can see the practical side of
Where to sit as I choose.
Guess I should be glad of
A privilege I have yet to lose.
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We should take nothing for granted in this world. Very nice, Tom. I hope that you enjoyed your coffee. Warm regards, Sandra