Play This Day

This day. We play.
This day, is like any other day.
The view outside is glass,
is shaded, like life.

A view of muddy;
the snow blanket, darts
to me, to my grey life,
like another red light ahead,
I stop and ponder the rain.

We'll think about that
when playing in the snow.
We do play, but now
it's just a nuisance of life,
a car I see in the road,
we see only lights.

Play all day in the snow.
Play like there is no
tomorrow, like snow
never melts, and
today will never come again.

© 2012 Larry Ingram