A Winter Morning

I wake up in a slow daze

Expecting the morning to be bright

But it is grey, drab and uninviting

And it feels just not right

My bones groan in protest

My body registers pains and aches

My mind says "get up and get ready"

Yet heart whispers "let sleep overtake"

So I snuggle back in my blanket

Wondering why the day is so cold

Then I shrug and tell myself, maybe

The Sun too like me, is getting old

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