It used to be much worse than this,
we'd sit beside the open fire and listen to
the choir of winds that sung outside the
kitchen door
and Dad would give us kids what for if we
wished that there were more of it.

The seasons all roll into one
and each one mirrors
the one before,
poor robin's beating his red breast
trying to figure which one's
best.

I got somewhat older somewhere
along the way,
the days become much shorter and
I feel the cold today.

She keeps the thermostat on high
she knows that I'm that kind of
kind of guy.

It used to be much worse than this,

but
it gets better.