Clean, fresh air to breathe, <br />Something in which to believe, <br />Collar and tie for the office, <br />Bucket and spade for the beach. <br /> <br />Water when we are thirsty, <br />Fire when we are cold, <br />Money to burn in our reckless youth, <br />Bedpan and pills when we’re old. <br /> <br />Love, or we too soon wither, <br />Hate, the flipside of the coin, <br />Solitude when we’re together, <br />Company when we’re alone. <br /> <br />Cats and canaries to pet, <br />Hopes to fulfill or forget, <br />Shades when the sun is glaring, <br />Brolly when pouring wet. <br /> <br />Freedom for tongue and mind, <br />Flowers and bottles of wine, <br />Scalpels, injections and lotions, <br />To undo the mischief of Time. <br /> <br />Paper and pencil to write with, <br />Slim volumes and fat tomes to read, <br />Cudgels and daggers to fight with, <br />These are the things that we need. <br /> <br />29/11/06<br /><br />Denys E. W. Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-things-we-need/
