By John I. Blair
Another gloomy January day,
All gray, and May so far away.
(Yes I know I’ve sung this song before.)
Just getting up’s a chore;
But there are birds and cats to feed,
Places to go and things to see.
I’ll brew a steaming mug of tea,
Hug it to my chest,
Soaking up the heat,
Wishing I could pour it on my feet
(But knowing socks are best),
Then off to do my needful deeds.
©2015 John I. Blair
All gray, and May so far away.
(Yes I know I’ve sung this song before.)
Just getting up’s a chore;
But there are birds and cats to feed,
Places to go and things to see.
I’ll brew a steaming mug of tea,
Hug it to my chest,
Soaking up the heat,
Wishing I could pour it on my feet
(But knowing socks are best),
Then off to do my needful deeds.
©2015 John I. Blair
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