2022
Well the winters used to be much colder,
Lately they're warm
I remember Snow as White
As wool just shorn
I remember the seasons
Blending much less than now
Now November feels like March,
Somehow
The lonely January blues
Used to be much bluer
Just as the fresh fallen snow
Used to be much newer
Birthdays used to be
Freezing days of joy
But the of late years
Have seemed like a distraction ploy
There used to be much bigger things to explore
But, I'm not 18 anymore
I used to chain smoke
At school lunch hour
And attach myself
To the closest outlet of power
The chilled air
Drained my phone battery
And back then
I used to get off on flattery
I dream of running alongside
The frost furred caribou
I dream of birthdays
Worth looking forward to
Don't get me wrong
The sunshine is beautiful
But December is
Supposed to be dull
And the winter storm has
Lessened to a soft roar,
And I'm not 18 anymore
I contemplate if
It was better or worse
For me to most weeks
imagine being in a herse
I find myself missing bitter cold
I think that's just the burden
Of getting older
Nothings like numb
Finger tips and toes
Nothings like a
Washroom bloody nose
I miss singing
Christmas choir tunes
And I always did like
Birthday balloons
But the new warm winter
Has me feeling poor,
And I'm not 18 anymore
The melting ice is getting
Harder to ignore,
And I'm not 18 anymore
No I'm not 18 anymore
Lately they're warm
I remember Snow as White
As wool just shorn
I remember the seasons
Blending much less than now
Now November feels like March,
Somehow
The lonely January blues
Used to be much bluer
Just as the fresh fallen snow
Used to be much newer
Birthdays used to be
Freezing days of joy
But the of late years
Have seemed like a distraction ploy
There used to be much bigger things to explore
But, I'm not 18 anymore
I used to chain smoke
At school lunch hour
And attach myself
To the closest outlet of power
The chilled air
Drained my phone battery
And back then
I used to get off on flattery
I dream of running alongside
The frost furred caribou
I dream of birthdays
Worth looking forward to
Don't get me wrong
The sunshine is beautiful
But December is
Supposed to be dull
And the winter storm has
Lessened to a soft roar,
And I'm not 18 anymore
I contemplate if
It was better or worse
For me to most weeks
imagine being in a herse
I find myself missing bitter cold
I think that's just the burden
Of getting older
Nothings like numb
Finger tips and toes
Nothings like a
Washroom bloody nose
I miss singing
Christmas choir tunes
And I always did like
Birthday balloons
But the new warm winter
Has me feeling poor,
And I'm not 18 anymore
The melting ice is getting
Harder to ignore,
And I'm not 18 anymore
No I'm not 18 anymore
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Writer(s): Sigfried Echo Hemming
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