All of the grim facts seem to conspire
Against this mad impulse, to walk alone
Through fresh snow and wind, a frozen wire
To pay young interest on an old loan
Is this delirium, or bold courage?
The body warns the mind to seek shelter;
Stubborn plans refuse to get the message
Memory and desire do welter
Warm and safe, I will yearn for many things
That only the frozen world can provide
Along with it, this venture danger brings
But cozy cowards might starve where they hide
For coffee, toilet paper, bread and eggs
I'll drain this frosty walk's cup to the dregs
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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