Winter is coming, would that I could be stronger,
As those desolate nights slowly become longer.
If only you were in my arms and by my side,
The light we create would cause the darkness to hide.
People come, people go,
And time keeps slipping by.
Only reason I’m still around,
Is for fresh blueberry pie.
Fevered delirium late one night,
My blood sugar had dropped so low,
Figure by my bed was tapping my foot,
Saying, “It’s time to go.
Warm summer nights are coming to an end,
And some folks don’t know what they are missing.
My partner and I headed out to the lake,
For some long, slow, hot, wet kissing…
Life isn’t easy,
Life isn’t fair.
Why won’t Dad let me,
Kick him out of his chair?
Something has stirred Sammy’s primal force,
She’s cool, but deadly like James Bond in Prague.
What can I do to soothe this most savage of beasts,
Maybe go to the park and get her a Chicago Dog?
Not quite as young as I was once,
Some Sunday traditions with Sammy remain,
Instead of sleeping all morning to recover from the night,
It’s cold pizza for breakfast and watching the rain.
If I look a little weathered,
Or perhaps a wee bit scruffy.
Just had a total knee replacement,
And don’t feel as cute as Buffy.