Lying in Winter

my midlife scene: a field of snow
the sun is setting it aglow
it sparkles, flawless and pristine
as I was, as I might have been
the choices of so long ago

the drifts, now sugarplums and blow
the sun, bright lantern for a show
where I perform, I must be seen
my midlife scene

but soon the truck comes, with a plough
its muddy wheels chew up the snow
no longer pure, no longer clean
defying my attempts to preen
still, it is not yet time to go
my midlife scene

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