Did You Snow That Before

DID YOU SNOW THAT BEFORE? That’s how it goes The rain bounces off the concrete And then some days it snows When it’s difficult to lift one’s feet Now imagine you have to get somewhere A place where peace is found and personified It doesn’t matter how far a trip you must bear While thirteen inches of snow is by which your trip is defied Now I’m talking about a place of perfect peace residing there But hanging in a closet six miles away is your armor for protection A place where few people would go from force or out of fear But then you envision a shooting gallery where relaxation is found with every calming injection while outside a tenement window a teenager views the snow And he never need wonder why he ends up there within He hears the soothing sigh of every shot and the sound of the wind to blow While the teen knows that going to a damnable domain is a sacrilegious sin Now that once young teenage boy has swiftly turned too old Yet and still he treks anywhere a junkie goes No matter how brave, bereaved or bold It doesn’t matter if it’s 99 degrees or freezing frigid and cold I was seventeen when I said yes So let’s look at it this way, at least there ain’t no grass to mow How old I am you will simply have to guess And Lord knows this is one junkie ain’t going to be hampered by two feet of snow © 2010.….Phreepoetry ~free cee!~