Snow

When I was a child I loved the snow
I ate it and threw it and rolled around
Until I was covered from head to toe
From all of the white softness on the ground

Now I am older and it arrives again
Pretty and slippery and light each day
But, after awhile I think, When, oh when
Is this going to go away?

I can't get out of my yard
Unless I shovel a path through knee high
Snow that threatens my balance and I must guard
Each step I take so not to fall or I will lie

Upon a pile of freshly fallen snow
Looking up again like a child admiring the clouds
Covered in white from head to toe
Feeling like an idiot and muttering out loud

Did I break a hip today?
Or is it just my pride that's shattered
I shake myself off and feel my way
Back to my home with my thoughts all scattered

Everything seems to work just fine
Nothing is broken except my pride
The snow is lovely and falls in line
With the weatherman saying to stay inside.