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and in the morning

     as we set out

finding in the night that

     snow did fall down

‘tis but a light skiff

     pavement does glisten

with moisture does gleam

     with thin icing of white

gladly we start out

     on long morning stroll

cheeks do turn red

     breath it does steam

splashing through puddles

     climbing on drifts

gaily you do laugh

     as you run ahead

I trudge behind you

     taking it slow

knowing I’ll soon catch up

     be together again

and as my eyes open

     seeing the clock

reading the numbers

     ‘tis a quarter to four

too long are the nights now

     for the hours that I sleep

time there is too much of

     far more than I need

covers warm are cast back

     in chill of night air

struggling to sit up

     and pick up my cane

muscles are weak now

     and hurt in the cold

my gait is unsteady

     I am getting old

with cane I quietly

     stumble around the bed

slip by your wheelchair

     that stands by the bed

doctors do tell me

     in voices quite hushed

that soon it will be over

     and I’ll be alone

winter is coming

     frozen ground far too slick

while pushing a wheelchair

     on legs far too weak

yet I’ll still miss it

     as I stagger along

my cane a tapping

     on cold frozen ground