The river seems a little low today,
The skies’ mood is grey.
Normally I'd be concerned,
But not my heart, not me, not today.
The snow is beginning to fall.
It will drive us all indoors.
Is introspection your gift to me?
Am I on your list of chores?
Say hello to me mum and dad (and my brother, too).
And say hello to yours.
I still miss them all these years
And I don’t understand the "what for’s?"
I know She comes for all of us,
The only thing that's sure.
But in the dash from here to there,
The life well-lived is the cure.
by David Normand
