Knock at the door,
I welcome you in.
This dark freezing night is one nobody should be facing.
Warm yourself by the fire.
Stoked like a funeral pyre.
You’re blue in the face so stay as long as you need.
I sit to rest weary bones.
We chat as you thaw.
Your once grey face returning to its natural tones.
With comfort attained,
I offer you hot soup.
You graciously accept this bowl of simple food.
Night grows harsher,
I offer you bed and board.
This acceptance you give is as familiar as I am old.
Night turns to dawn,
When I announce you as me.
You admit with no hesitation as you reveal everything casually.
Smile on my aging face.
Pleased to see my youth again.
I offer only broad advice for you to take back in time.
With dawn now day,
We go our separate ways.
I bid you a good future as you offer me happiness for the time I have left.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 