Sonnet

Some freezing rain is falling on my shoulder

And a winter wind is blowing through each lung.

Some things about this weather make me older

Some things about it make me feel so young.

There's a quarter moon that knows the hours I’m keeping

And a glittered highway showing back its light.

There's a baby at home in my room that's sleeping

And a woman that won't be alone tonight.

So let the lads and lad-ettes keep Ibiza

And morning walks home, cocktail on their chin.

I'll spill my own drink listening to Aretha

With my girl and a fireplace in our den

If being young is one prolonged farewell

I'll find it undiminished somewhere else.