entropy

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