This winter I was cold,
But of course I was, everyone was cold, you too were also cold, were you not?
Or maybe you had a fire
Or a jacket
Or a lighter
Maybe you cut down trees with a hatchet
Maybe you hid from the cold in a blanket
But either way
this winter I was cold
So we’re the young
And so too were the old
The cold does not spare
On the unjust
Nor the fair
The cold bites
And it tears
For a piece of you
Just as it does theirs
The cold though sometimes violent is much more fair
Just as death though quiet and dark
It’s fair is it not?
So this winter I guess I’ll just have to be cold.
9/4/24
First poem, be honest :>