It’s a luxury if you can say:
‘I’m not in the mood right now.
I don’t feel like it.
I don’t really fancy it today.’
It’s the luxury of comfort,
Of the well- appointed,
The flexible sort.
It’s not an option
For the poor or unfulfilled,
Nor for those hunting for scraps
Or queueing the pouring rain;
Nor for the worker who drops his sandwiches
While running for his morning train.