Winter

My the words are so slow in my mind, it’s the age when winter sets in, the body not as vigorous as it used to be But my words flow as if a stream We can see the past and memories of those we left behind Yet the words well up give hope to those afraid And laughter to those who are sad The words like a nightly news reader They change but invariably the news is always the same, some scandal, road trauma or the like, little changes, it just rolls on We learn nothing from the past or history’s page Life rolls on and we search for the reasons why we are here, nothing to fear We never worried before we were here And now my words have your ear Let them be sweet, the searcher he searched And now.. we are all here, nothing to fear