The grass is yellow and the trees are naked,
The birds are silent and
the heat can't be waked.
The flowers are frozen in
the ground,
and their carcasses look
like clowns.
The neighbors stay inside
and are as warm as a bat,
But my, how I miss their
chat.
I wonder if all is well,
I'm just waiting to find out.
I make my breakfast
throwing one egg in the trash,
It didn't survive that
awful bash.
Well that's o k, I hurry
on to make my day.
I reach for my coat, I know a place to go
to cheer me up, I need it so.
I reach for my coat, I know a place to go
to cheer me up, I need it so.
Bad weather is promised,
no garage where I go
Get out the scrapper and
clean off the snow.
If I make it home without
a crash,
I will thank God for
protecting my cash.
I can if I wish stay home
tomorrow,
but missing the luncheon
makes me sorrow. Somewhat.
I may be the only one to
go because of the snow,
If I stay home I'll never
know.
I'm finishing this day
with positive thoughts,
I'm starting now to tie
the knots.
The trash is out, the
dishes are clean,
This place isn't bad but
not the best I've seen.
Good-day, Chuck, have
pleasant dreams.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp 
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