Poems: Coldback to poem listing
Snow exists,
forever cold.
I clench my fist.
I must grow old.
Hard to say,
just what hurts more.
So cold today,
and no point for
the coldness
as it chills down
put to the test
six feet in-ground.
The frost can
reach so far in
and so cold when
it hits the skin.
But the cold
won't get me now.
I wear my gold.
won't chill me now.
Snow exists,
forever cold.
I clench my fist.
I won't grow old,
I won't grow old.
I won't be cold |
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