A Better Way of Life

I've been thinking.  I ought to become
A bear.  I have no use for winter.  I don't
Like the cold.  It hurts my hands.  The snow
Has no appeal, as I don't ski.  I find it
Irritating.  I don't see much good in the days
Being short, in the hoopla surrounding
Christmas.  I sit out these months morosely,
Waiting for warmth, and leaves and flowers,
The heady odors of growth, to return.  I may
As well mimic the bears and sleep through
This terrible time of the year, waking only
After it's passed, and a world I'd rather inhabit
Surrounds me again.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-01-06 at 10:36

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Cool thought!
2023-01-06


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
But then you wouldn’t be able to write this great poem for us to enjoy!
2023-01-06


arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Hibernating is quite catching even more when the climate suits!
2023-01-06