Crunching along, boot into snow
knowing not which is this way that I go
but warmer this day than the last
and more easy to bear the dark of the past
This day it is trouble, not easy to do
and my conflicts are sticky and messy like glue
but I smile a bit in the face of it all
I know it is coming, the cold winter thaw
Unshaven and messy, rugged and sore
bloody and patched, the body is tore
my hands are gripping, aching and strong
feet, they move forward, on a road that is long
The snow drifts down, just a little, late frost
unafraid of a danger of a path that is lost
a stroll in the white, in the green, and the gray
lost of its fury, the late winter's day
A grin and a wink
we're off in a blink
determined to live the best that we can
light to a dark, a desperate, cold land
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