It’s raining. Hard. What is worse, though, the soles
Of my shoes (which I love) have significant holes.
They let in the water; my socks are all wet,
And my feet are as icky as modern feet get.
My bike has a flat, and my spouse has the car,
And I’d rather not walk, but, y’know… here we are.
I know when I’m bested; I know when I’m beat
So I’ll tug on my boots (which are hell on my feet;
They keep my toes dry, but they cause me great pain)
And away I will walk, through the hard-driving rain.
But a glance at the news, and my first thought is “Damn,
I should always remember… how lucky I am.”
100% true. My shoes have holes, my bike has a flat, it is raining cats and dogs, and I am the most fortunate cuttlefish on the planet.