In prison
when you have no
money, and you can't
buy commissary, and
the hours and the days drag by
like a tortoise searching
a garden.
It's the little things that
make the time bearable.
Someone gives you a package of
noodles or a cup of coffee,
or a bar of good soap.
Kindness in hell goes a long way.
It's the simple pleasures that
I took for granted
that I relish now:
Steaming hot water,
a bed with a real mattress,
and a library with thousands
of books to read.
I have writing paper,
ink pens, and reading glasses to
see with; it could be worse.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
It could always be worse, this is brilliant, shaking the crap out of bad times placing them where they should be right there in the appreciation of the little things. Superb. 🌹
Absolutely. Thanks, Teddy.
they size don't matter, don't they, but it is the little things that always seem to count the most
Thank you brother.
Kindness in hell goes a long way!! That's a brilliant thing to say
Thanks, I appreciate it.
Good write T.
Thank you.
Some of us are in our own private prisons and yes we appreciated the little things.Great poem.
Yes. Thank you.
It certainly could be worse Thomas.
Andy
Yes it could.
It's hard to appreciate freedom if you haven't experienced slavery.
Yes, so very true. Thanks for commenting.
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