Plastic or mat?
Giving you choice.
Dry or in comfort?
Hearing your voice.
My heart cracks to see this
This no choice at all
A coin tossed at your birth
And how it did fall
Has given you tails
While my head is held high
And your daily choice
Is live or die.
But the smile that you give me
The joy on your face
At the thick silver sleep mat
Lovingly placed
In your hand
Makes me know
That whatever I do
From now on will be done
Mindful of you.
lenabellina 