Old Man Winter
By Larry Linville
He was unwelcomed as he walked right in.
I wore a smile that was very chagrin.
He said he could not stay very long
but I soon discovered that he was wrong.
The longer he stayed the worse my life went
but his presence I soon grew to resent.
My schedule was upset and all a mess.
I wanted him to leave I must confess.
Many times he went right up to the door
then he would remember just one thing more.
Each time he came back close to talk to me
I knew there was no place for me to flee.
A robin appeared just the other day
and the old man got up and went away.
Now I’m standing and starting to sing.
How happy I am that it is now spring.
© Copyright 2008 Larry Linville (UN: larrylinville at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
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