Winter Thoughts

I CAN'T SEE THE TREES BUDDING.
I CAN'T HEAR THE FROGGIES PEEP.
THE SNOW HASN'T GONE YET.
SOME PLACES IT IS DEEP.

EVERY THING IS FREEZING,
HOW MUCH LONGER WILL IT LAST?
IT'S ALWAYS BEEN THE SAME WAY,
WAY BACK IN THE PAST .

WHEN I WAS IN TAMPA,
I REALLY HAD A BLAST.
IT WAS NICE AND WARM THERE,
BUT I KNEW IT WOULDN'T LAST.

SO MUCH FOR THE WEATHER.
THERE IS NOTHING WE CAN DO.
IT'S LIKE GETTING OLD,
AND PAYING TAXES TOO.

I TRY TO KEEP ON SMILING
AND COUNT EACH AND EVERY DAY.
I FIND THAT'S NOT THE BEST WAY,
I HEARD YOUR MOTHER SAY.

IT'S ALWAYS THE SAME STORY,
SPRING WILL SOON BE HERE.
BUT FRAN, IT WOULD BE MUCH WARMER,
IF ONLY YOU WERE HERE.

Red Phillips
2001