The winter bites in, leaving me to shiver and
Leaves me in all of a quiver, not able to get
Warm, even though it has gone well past
Dawn – the time I last began to yawn.
So it looks it like I’m staying here in the cold,
With my bones getting old. But one day, when
The frost has gone, and spring has just turned
.The corner, I may be able to leave my fireside
And go out into the great outdoors – free at
Last. How I can’t wait to feel the warm air
touching my skin, knowing that Life is
not a sin.