It seems that there is no solace anywhere this morning
My car lies under snow and ice and the roads will be slippery
and its near the end of March and I need to see some green
I won’t beg with God and plead for blue skies
or for someone to come into my life and make it all better
If begging hasn’t worked all these years
It’s time to put it aside
put on warm boots
gloves
brush off the snow
scrape off the ice
be grateful for a car, a job
and the promise that April
will be
warmer
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