It’s a sorta gloomy day today
The temp’s at 72 degrees
Sky’s filled with puffy clouds
There’s a gently blowing breeze

I consider myself so very lucky
To have the peace to sit down
To have a decadent after noon snack
To not worry about bombs coming down

So first world, indeed
My everyday mundane routines
But I won’t complain a bit at all
Cuz I’m free from fear of a guillotine

So simple, this very day
Though there are chores to be done
I’ve time to reflect on my freedom
Thankful to be one of the lucky ones

*I dedicate this poem to all the people in other parts of the world who has to live in the shadow of a war.  Where after noon snacks are virtually nonexistent.*