• Brian Sankarsingh

Old Man Winter


March is here and so is Spring We've set the clocks ahead one hour Birds have now begun to sing Anticipating the blossoming flowers


Old Man Winter wants to stay With icy winds and ever falling snow Making blue skies into gray One wonders what's his quid pro quo


I've missed the sun, I've missed the warm And lazy summer days I'm tired of cold and icy storms I prefer my ice in trays


So to Old Man Winter I raise my glass Good riddance as you leave I promise I won't dwell in the past And at your passing grieve.

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