Poem; What we take for granted.

The wind roared, then came the rain,
A electricity cut again.
Its dark out there, are any trees down,
Or, are they about to fall on my roof?
No light, no hot water to make my tea,
Woe is me.
No lap-top to take up my time,
No TV, no radio, so I go to bed
By five pm.
One, two, then three days go by,
Where I am feeling the cold,
And I while away the long hours
Trying to read a book,
So boring, I am not hooked.
Oh! how I yearn for a cup of tea.
At last I return to the land of sane,
It's back on again!
Can you imagine the relief and joy,
The thankfulness, and the luxury of toast!
I shout out, "Hurrah!" at last back to normal,
But wait,
I read in the paper today, another storm on the way,
And we had all better run for cover,
Devastation is in store,
Need I say more?
Augustine Nash.