Nourisher, heater, hope giver
Creeping in each day to wake us
Sometimes hidden but always there.
You provide and sustain us,
Bathe and maintain us
Then hide and evade us
Our souls you repair
Causing our feet to itch
You up our desire to socialise,
disrobe ourselves and play
You inspire and energise
With a power so great
Impossible to harness
You tire and you beat
Wear out and oppress
Rerobed in your leaden suit
You make the days seem long
Moving causes duress
A right become so wrong
A master
We your servants
Beholden to your whim
Will you beat down and subdue us
Or will you gently warm our skin?
Poetry for Dullards 