Slightly Better

The mattress is in the sunlight
Streaming through the open window
Of the sparse apartment.

It is long overdue,
Seeing and accepting
Rays of hope
Despite the meager life.

Now that it's happening,
I want to walk through
My lonely rainy streets
And tell a child or an old lady
Or a resting mugger
I have love for you today.

I think we'll all survive
And learn to make the world
Slightly better than we found it.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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