The April Cold

(originally written April 12, 2020)

Feeling stresssed and overwhelmed in my brain
Hoping that sanity will remain
We must all stay still to stop this curse
To avoid the bad from getting worse

With my actions come doubt and fear
I must focus on the now and here
My thoughts: boring, predictable and tired?
It matters not, ‘cause they’re not hired

I can write whatever I like
It can be about a car ride or a hike
It doesn’t need to be deep or insightful
Nor melancholic, nor e’en delightful

It’s just nice to write, with a meter
It doth turn cold. Where’s my heater?
The day appears, so dark and dreary
I hope to stay alive, and not feel weary

It is easier for in pen to write
Not type away at PC’s light
I still abstain; heater’s not on
(My housemate doesn’t want it and so the options gone)

I think this will lead to trouble down t’track
One housemate doesn’t want heat, so will want money back
Yet I turn it on, situation’s now resolved
The heater’s on, and I’m no longer cold