Winter gloom sets in like arthritis in my bones,
Will it ever release me,
I do not know.
My thoughts are on another place,
Far from here,
Habitats that no longer exist.
Once virile, once potent,
Impotency now permeates,
Weakness survives.
I haven't the strength to reinvent myself,
If that was even an option,
This old man is tired.
