Scare Myself
I am afraid.Of what I don, t know
Perhaps of my life with its ebb and its flow
Some days i, m up
And others I, m down
lonely and cold
But other days bold
Should I open my mouth
Or just travel south
Should I endure the cold of winters blast
Or enjoy a blast from the past.
Snowboard a bit with my cane
What a trip
Hang out in the ice
With a chick really nice
How bout a toupee to make me look spiffy
That sounds really nifty
Instead I, ll stay here and freeze like an elf
Cause sometimes I just scare myself.
poem by John Shea
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