Those Who Hang Their Coat
Thank you for hanging your coat
In my closet of demons
Sitting in my rickety chairs
And drinking tea from an old mug
Running through the tall grass
That no one has time to cut
And jumping in the dirty creek
For cleaning my shoes
That have years worth of dirt
Thank you for giving me the bed
And taking the floor
We all have our problems
In our head and in our lives
Some things aren’t always a priority
Because our mind takes up our entire day
Surround yourself with the people
Who help you and don’t judge you
The people who hang their coat