Winter Waste

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2003 Poetry

The cold winter winds blow harsh,

as I sit and look out from my window.

Snow swirling around in a seasonal squall,

while people brave the weather of the day.



Why are they out there in this mess,

hats blowing in every which way.

I can see ice forming on their ears,

and frost on the brow of their eyes.



Life is so hectic in this day and age,

people can't just sit back and enjoy.

Too bad for life is shorter than they think,

with death just on the other side of the door.



Embrace the warmth that is there to enjoy,

instead of scurrying around in the cold.

Sit back and sip from the warm cup of life,

before it is empty and taken away.

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