Not In Stride
The snow wasn’t much
But the piles are high
And the corners are slushy and wet.
In the clean-up, the plows
Made it hard to get by
And that makes many people upset.
Still, it could have been worse;
Life is close to the norm
Yet there’ll always be those who complain
And I’m certain the next time
We’re hit with a storm
They’ll pipe up with their whining refrain.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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