Extreme
I don’t mind the cold
If it isn’t extreme,
But since I am old,
Freezing temps sometimes seem
Like they’re too much to take
When I’m walking outside,
So for sanity’s sake,
I let age be my guide.
Just like Covid’s first weeks,
At a nice rapid pace,
I perfect my techniques
For an in-my-home race.
No opponents compete
So the win will be mine.
In 900 square feet,
I am certain to shine.
Friends have moved to a clime
Where the cold doesn’t go.
They may find it sublime
But for me, it’s a NO!
For the freeze will not last;
It will lose its steel grip
And the iciest blast
Beats humidity’s drip.
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