A poem about not going out in the winter because it's snowy cold and gross

It's cold out
And rainy too
Oh it's snowing now
For the third
day in a row.
I'm not leaving
the comfy house
My walk is done for
And my workouts
Borked.
I will be seen
By the future
As a fat and lazy
Old corked.
But it's alright
It is fine
To take your time
To live your life
As you want
To live.
It is fine
To take a breath
That doesn't involve
Planning the rest
Of your life.
I am in
Drinking tea
Wondering who will
Sit with me
Family here
And a friend there
That's my dream
That's my time.

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