Cold grip

Grumbling for the colds morning grip.Wrists painfully turning with a cracking twist.

Playtime so vanished into senior trials.

A mind filled with Summer’s trails.

Heart longing school halls.

Grumbling for the colds morning grip.

Another warming cup of coffee I sip.

Replacing cartons of milk and playground trips.

Humbled by what I’ve seen.

Listening to others here struggling it seems.

Grumbling for the colds morning grip.

Swinging back to an easier time.

When this heart was filled with nursery rhymes.

Lingering on what was, warms the heart of what is.

Swirling coffees warming taste as time struggles to me embrace.

Grumbling for the colds morning grip.

WAManning

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