POETRY

I refuse to count the days - they’re numbered

Won’t count them I say, so don’t press further

One act I’ll do, and repeatedly so

Smile happier, Smile- I’m ecstatic you know

Early morning calls are bad news for most

I have been there too, I HAVE been most

But today, you see I receive a call

Frantic and hurried, deserving a big toast

How do I tell you of my fluttering chest?

To be composed through this, to be at my best?

How do I let the world know I’m soaring?

Beneath my feet everything’s utterly -----

You fill in the gap; you’re intelligent I’m sure

It’s about the gatekeepers at Mount Snow

You see once in a while the stern gatekeepers weep

Weep loud and clear for the sins they bury deep

And as they cry for their useless lives

The ice gate melts at the fortress Mount Snow

Inside are people captured at different times

Those that are lucky hear the gate chimes

The gate’s open you see, and it was so solid

They can run for it now, they’re finally free

In a few days though, the men must return

To the fortress Snow, where they can’t come and go

The sorceress in charge at Mount Snow is scheming

This whole gate story is so deceiving

Men afraid for their lives, for their families, return

In the freezing cold, their eyes will burn

Crying themselves to sleep, they’ll dream

Of a day when the whole Mountain will crumble to cream.