Six Months Later
Some day last October, the weather getting colder
There was extreme exposure, my sandal days were over.
My toes cried, my soul died, the snow flyed.
Six months of boots, fuzzy hats, snow suits,
Thinking of warm sand, umbrella drinks in the hand,
Falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band.
Now smiling-- morning sun, worst of winter almost done
Three little birds by my door say the blizzards ain’t no more.
Singing melodies, sing of fun, sandal days have begun!
Don’t worry about a thing. Now’s a day to laugh and sing.
Toes are out, soft and pink, sandal time don’t you think?
Sky is blue, lawn is grassy.
Don’t worry be happy.