January John

By John I. Blair

Another gloomy January day,
All gray, and May so far away.
(Yes I know I’ve sung this song before.)

Just getting up’s a chore;
But there are birds and cats to feed,
Places to go and things to see.

I’ll brew a steaming mug of tea,
Hug it to my chest,
Soaking up the heat,

Wishing I could pour it on my feet
(But knowing socks are best),
Then off to do my needful deeds.

©2015 John I. Blair