Gather me in remnants of a past life
That I may find warmth on this cold day
Not upon the cold blade of today’s knife
And I will gladly, be on my way
Stoke the fire against tomorrows cold
Wrapped warm in my days of glory
Please just a little time I will borrow
Before writing the next page of this story
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 