Hypothermic Ennui for Old Times
The leaves are turning brown again. I wonder how they know
That Christmas cards and crackers are already in the shops?
As days are growing shorter and the temperature drops
And bears prepare to hibernate, and there will soon be snow
One cannot help but wonder "Am I doing something wrong?"
Should I be heading southward to escape the cold and dark?
'Cos when it's just as parky in the bedroom and the park
Is when you want the sunshine most, and women, wine and song
I ought to be a snowbird, out following the sun
But if I caught it, would I feel that it was worth the cost?
For when you gain what you've dreamt of, of course the dream is lost
I can't do all there is to do, so all is left undone
Perhaps, if life was always warm, I'd miss the cold and rain
For how does summer feel to one, if there is never ice?
I mean, without the contrast, could it ever be as nice?
How does one know pleasure if they've never felt of pain?
The leaves are turning brown again. Do memories remain
Of how it was a year ago? I don't know how to feel
About endless repetition, the ever-spinning wheel
A certain sense of dread appears; I steel myself again
To say "What goes round comes round. What you get is what you give -
So better far to live each day as though it were your last"
While I'm smelling life's sweet roses, I'll spin "Days of Future Passed"
And revel in the seasons where I live.
Contributors: | Ethetran, fester, Beefy, Roland, Grayman, Irene Adler, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 29th September 2003. |