Cold and Dreary

For the writers who see the bad and love the good

The lines “cold and dreary” often come back to me,
Cruel cold and harsh they may be,
It’s because of them I see.

The lines “warm and Happy” come less,
But when they do I remember I’m blessed.
Because they are the ones who gave me my first flight,
And there what let me write.

But with out sight,
I would have never taken flight,
Because truthfully they both let me write.

And the reason why I write?
To show my thanks to what lets me.