A plea

I’m begging of you please don’t take away
The light that brights the dawning of each day,
That wakes me ever gentle on your mind
And keeps you from the claws of my unkind.
I don’t have much but what I do I cherish.
You don’t have much but what you do I relish.
We both know all the ins and outs of pain
And when push comes to shove we take the rain.

You never need console me or debate
The rights and wrongs of living far too late,
Of taking all before us in the race,
Or giving peace of mind and saving face.
I try to eat my spinach, chard and kale.
I try to do the best I can but fail.