Cold winds, fingers of ice, blow
Nights are dark with sleeting rain
The fire's warmth is all aglow
In our cosy home, a sweet refrain.
The cold within, the hands of ice
As an Eskimo calling, shivering
The body shaking, this is a price
Heart beat in pain, a withering
The mind fading, old age, decay
Icy winds blowing in thought
The memory waning, slipping away,
Aging mindscape, a present fraught.
Frosty winds, a chill that bites,
Thoughts in shivers, wintry sights.
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