Winter Is Here
Winter is here
We write about it
We talk about it
We complain about it.
The bitter morns
Wakes us up quickly
As out the door
Many of us has to go.
We feel it's presence
We shiver even at it's thought
We think it will last forever
As our bodies stiffens
And had rather stand in one spot.
But you must keep moving
For stiffer you will become
Remember how your parents
Went through the same aches and morns?
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