70 versus 17…
Last Friday seventy,
This morning seventeen,
Below zero wind chills,
Even Rufuz does not think it keen…
Tis’ cold in our home,
But old Rufuz and I will survive,
Till the spring time warmth does arrive,
We have little choice; we cannot roam…
We pass through this life, it is said, but once,
We are here to experience all it has to offer,
If I were to live where it is only warm,
I would then have to think of myself as a dunce,
If I can make it through one winter of snow and ice,
Then the next winter of only cold would be just nice…
© ed ~ 1/20/05