Contemplating
It is the winter of my life
And I don't need
To plant a seed
Or pluck a weed.
In fall and winter I stay in.
It is too cold.
Jack Frost is bold
And I am old.
There was a time when winter palled,
I longed for spring
But here's the thing
I've lost my zing.
Now I'm content to rest awhile
To sit and wait
To contemplate
The world's sad state.
It is your turn, dear younger friends,
To face the cold
Reach for the gold
You're not yet old.
If I've produced a line or two
Said something new
Inspired and true.
'Twill have to do.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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