I used to look at the fresh fallen snow,
With cheer I'd anticipate fun.
Now all I see is the cold and the ice
And I huddle and pray for the sun.

T'was a time when I'd run through this wintry foam,
Make snowmen and rustle the tress.
Now all I do is think of my bones
And arthritis that aches with the freeze.

I would sled down the hill with all of my friends
And land in a pile and a grin.
Now I stand by the fire and warm my behind
As I swig a neat shot of gin.

But I smile as I stand and think of the past,
Of the mirth that's made my heart warm.
And I relive my days as my grandchildren play
In the fresh fallen snow this morn.