
Winter darkness has now fallen, I have lost my treasured vice
My quiet private place, is now suffocated in ice.
Gone for now my happy time, I spent alone with just my thoughts.
Reliving the past days memories, and what those moments taught.
As I peer thru frosted glass, with a deep and depressing stare
How I long for the days to swiftly pass, as I yearn for my favorite chair,
So desperate for next Springs return, to warm that frozen air
And melt those icy shackles that imprison me and my favorite chair.
Leslie R Hennick copyrighted 12/2017 all rights reserved

Very good but it does sound a little like it had more come
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As it is in life, memories are born in the past, but anticipation is the yearning of what may come…
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