‘Tis good to be hungry,
‘Tis good to be cold,
‘Tis good to be poor,
‘Tis good to be old.
For hunger brings thanks,
And cold brings snuggles,
And poverty brings wisdom,
And with age, it all doubles.
This was written at the start of Lent last year. It happened to be a day of fasting and cold temperatures. Pondering the hunger and coldness, and embracing those elements instead of grumbling about them, brought insight.