Me In Three
Once there wasn't any fog
Nor wintery cold
I was young, healthy and bold
God blessed me with strength untold
I worked hard, reared young
And survived the cold unsung
Then
Just a glimmer
of a glimpse
In a mirror
While walking
Inside a store
An old, bent, wrinkled woman
That is when
A solid, thick foggy shawl
Began to lift
More and more hoary frost
Revealed__
At that moment I knew
Winter's breath, finally blew
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