Have you ever been stuck?
Or gum on your shoe?
Some say between a rock and a hard place
Making a decision you don’t want to face.
People remark, just keep moving
You must, to be improving.
Lately that’s a hard thing to do.
Friends ask, what’s bothering you?
I think I don’t even know.
The season, the snow?
The wind, the cold?
Or just getting old?
I say so, as a funny joke,
Giving myself a peckish poke.
I feel in my mind exactly the same
As when I had young kids to tame.
In my mind, at least most of the time
Everything’s peachy, feel just fine
Is it the early lack of sunshine?
The darkness, that creeps into my mind?
Must be it, the winter blues.
Anyone have a sun lamp to use?