Entropy
The dough for bread refused to rise
over a cold early spring night. If wise
I should have hold it in my bosom
So that “Early to bed and early to rise”
But it is not early, It is already late
Though misty gray, it’s half past eight
No good to wait for the sun to rise
To warm us today, it’s a smoggy day
a cup of hot coffee or two
is not enough to get us through
spirits are no good in the forenoon
cooking, not worth the while
Have to heat a hand-warmer for us
But i feel a numbing coldness rise
From feet to knee, reach the back
And to the neck and shoulders, trying
To snatch the warmth from my hands
Who said there is a global warming
I feel the entropy starting with me
like glacier coming forth upwards