Old Man Winter
Cutting through me like glass
He bleeds my warmth fast.
Old Man Winter’s, wintry blast.
I’m wrapped all over in fleece,
Damn, toe warmers too.
Turn up the heat, before I freeze!
Not looking forward to snow.
Guess this means, I’m getting old.
And, yes my toes are still cold!
Old Man Winter, go away!
You’re just like this old woman
That bitches on cold days.
Deborah Ann Tornillo
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Namaste
Tony