I bound from my bed
The dogs of winter at my door
I utter a curse
Distraught at not heeding
Their tainted call
Winds blow colder still
The fire of life dwindle low
Blowing with a majestic gust
Consumption is their greatest lust
The doors bang
Open with a clang
I groan
I moan
Age has claimed yet another
Who has out lived their mother
Bones aching
And Creaking
What I wouldn't give
To be rid of
This aching body
Or at least
The snow that has me trapped.