Squandering Warm Days
I shiver uncomfortably in this freezing tundra
Marveling at all the warm days I squandered
Totally wasted, not valuing them at all
For their warm sunshine and their pretty flowers
Days in June, July, August, and September.
If I had back just one of these days would I squander it?
Or would I appreciate her? Would I be wise enough
To sit in the sun and bask in her hours?
Or would I waste her, taking her for granted,
Forgetting there are months of this freezing tundra?
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