The shock of the cold weather is something we should be used too after living all these years, why does it never feel that way?
The ice-cold air stings ears
Its whistle stimulates tears
You only popped to the shops
But it’s as though they’re lopped
Off. Push cycle peddles harder
If colder but it’s faster
Ignore the hood of your hoodie
It’s not cool, youthful but shoddy
This will teach you a must
As off the bus too late you cussed
That favourite warm hat gone
It’s too late for looking wan
It’s an age degrading mind
That finds many things left behind
The ice-cold air stings ears
It whistles, not calming those deeper fears.
