Winter
I read my words
of my confused past
I still have not heard
I still move to fast
Hasty unthought decisions
and I try to commit
cuts like an incision
at least I can admit
all is back to normal
at least in appearance
as I act formal
and you show tolerance
For what reason
I will never know
winter is my season
the cold will never go
I shall never see the spring
never see my flower bloom
or the robin sing
for I always end happiness to soon
Copyright © Rob Monaghan | Year Posted 2011
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