What Was I Thinking?
Cold resides in one's bones and marrow at a certain age
It hides inside all the joints and reaches to the core
There is insufficient strength to fight the battle any more
The book of life seems frozen, one dares not turn the page...
In the early chapters, sunshine played inside each word
Winter cast aside as a mere trifle with which we dealt
Life was warm with all we saw and breathed and felt
We thought that constant permanent cold could be deferred....
How we laughed and how we played in halcyon days of yore
While all the time the permafrost was creeping deep inside
And unto ourselves, every single passing moment we lied
About the coming permanent winter, and what was in store....
It isn't that I mind the freezing rain and long cold days
It isn't the lowering clouds constantly covering the sun
Soon the springtime will have old man winter on the run
But within me, the cold wind remains...and winter stays....
Mar 17 2011
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