It is a thinking day,
Snow blows wildly about
The window panes are thick with ice
I am warm, have no doubt.
It is a thinking day
A day of white and black
A day to ponder all the shades
Of grey, and what I lack.
It is a thinking day.
As all my chores are done,
I contemplate my present and
Just let the past rerun.
And in this thinking day
I thoughtfully apply
My knowledge and experience-
Which are in great supply.
This thinking day is good.
Life's influences do
Impact on me, often with pain.
I need time to renew.
It's been a thinking day
Of calm consideration
I've used my head to clear my heart
Ah, regeneration.