Minus two degrees in and freezing,
so I’m jogging along like a crazy man
trying to garner some heat.
They say it’ll snow
I don’t know if that’s true,
but my hands are quite blue
because I forgot to take gloves.
If I don’t jog I shall shrivel away
to become an outline in the shadow
of this day and I wouldn’t like that.
It must be a dream that I’m in,
my eyes are streaming
a bit like a movie on Netflix or Amazon.
I have been colder
when I was younger
but age made me older
hardier too.
My hands are still blue
( that’s royalty for you, )
I expect my blood’s on the
turn too.
Nearing home and the fireside
and the kiss of a loved one
but
I should have put my gloves
on before I went out.
© 2019, John Smallshaw.
