"The Choice" by Paul Kihn

The Choice

Sing the song of the rain
Joyously beating down,
Sing of the wind keen and clean
And of tramping down some lane.
Sing most poetically
On a rain-swept wintry night
Of the joys of supper and tea
In front of a fireside bright.

Sing too if you can in the sleet
The song of ill-shod feet,
The minor-keyed song and mute
Of the tattered threadbare suit.
Sing the song of a woman who weeps
Over a child that uneasily sleeps
Because it is too cold for dreams.

Yours is the choice.
These are the themes.

Paul Kihn