Back in the old days,
it was always so exciting,
leaving early, battling snow,
stopping by the liquor store,
always open for people like me,
but today, I think I might go home
and read and write and do a tiny nap,
I’ll be thinking of you, slaving away
at work there, staring out the window
at a beautiful building.
I have hope for some of the flakes,
hope that they might charm you.
stillfugue 
#1 by liv2write2day on February 1, 2011 - 2:51 pm
And I’m guessing that you are being slammed with snow…while I golfed today. But you wrote. Bravo.
#2 by Carl on February 1, 2011 - 3:08 pm
Thank you for your comment! I am working really hard not to get envious of you for having such the life on the course while we battle nature. I guess I could move someday. 🙂
#3 by Marian on February 1, 2011 - 3:29 pm
oh carl i just had the most ridiculous drive home from work and was stressing the whole time about the fact that i am out of wine but i couldn’t stop because i would get stuck in the snow! holy cow. that’s some dysfunction right there. 🙂
#4 by Carl on February 1, 2011 - 3:36 pm
Marian, I know that feeling except “in the old days,” I had no aversion to risk when it came to alcohol, so I would unfailingly get stuck!
Join me for tea time tonight? My trainer just told me I drink too much tea, but I asked her if she’d prefer I be smashed every night and she relented.
#5 by Marian on February 1, 2011 - 3:46 pm
i will be having some tea tonight. i might even have a cup right now. green tea, carl. no one can object to plentiful consumption of the magical green tea.
also? i had to be pushed out of my office parking lot today, which was unplowed. so i drove home extremely fearful of getting stuck again without co-workers to push me out. yikes!
#6 by Carl on February 1, 2011 - 7:24 pm
I am so glad you made it. I know that fear. Imagine if that person would not have been there! I would have been here forever.
Maybe it is because I am a turkey, but my problem is that green tea does not taste as good as all of the teas I like so I am a tea snob. This same thing happens to me with decaf, but someone told me the other day that decaf now tastes good and I fell on the floor laughing, but I guess it is true. I’m too scared to try.
Stay warm!
#7 by Life: Between the lines on February 1, 2011 - 7:20 pm
What a sweet piece! Nostalgia at play and then wham back to the present…totally sweet and enjoyable read. Thank goodness, no snow in FL :p lol Happy TUesday Carl 🙂
#8 by Carl on February 1, 2011 - 9:16 pm
Thank you so much! Florida sounds perfect RIGHT NOW!
#9 by Evelyn on February 1, 2011 - 7:57 pm
This is great, so beautiful. So Sweet!
#10 by Carl on February 1, 2011 - 9:17 pm
You are immensely kind. Thank you!
#11 by Jamie Dedes, all rights reserved on February 2, 2011 - 9:48 am
Bravo! Well done, both in poem and life – expressing spirit rather than imbibing it. Congratulations to you, Carl. I love this poem. Victory. Hooray! 😀
#12 by Carl on February 2, 2011 - 11:52 am
Ah, thank you, Jamie! There is major league victory on the surface and at the depth too! It’s a gift!
#13 by Miss Ash on February 2, 2011 - 11:36 am
Love this poem.
#14 by Carl on February 2, 2011 - 11:57 am
Thank you so much and thank you for visiting! I love your work!