Winter is Near
Winter is near, I see it
on my face
Every time I look at my
reflection
I know I’m in a race
To skedaddle through
that intersection
Where one road is life
The other is certain
death
Need to see my old
friends
But time is my
competition
I have to make amends
Before I hear that final
benediction
There aren’t many around
anymore
Where we used to sit and
chat
In front of the old
country store
Where I stroked an old
gray cat
I feel that winter chill
It’s hitting me in the
face
Got to find my magic
pill
Before I lose this race
Where one road is life
The other is certain
death
How will I know if I didn’t
make it to spring?
Will someone greet me on
the other side?
If I don’t hear the
birds again sing
Does that mean I missed
my ride?
Lewis Lambert
I am an octogenarian, who has
recently returned to earth and doesn’t recognize the world he left 20 years
ago. Thus, my poetry is an expression of my confusion with, and disdain for the
21st century.
I have published seven novels that
fuse historical fact with strong character driven fictional protagonists. I am
a compulsive writer, with ideas that appear in a flicker of light, and if I
don’t capture them in an instant, they are lost forever
I earned a Bachelor of Arts from the
University of Maryland, a Bachelor of Science from Southern Illinois University
and a Master of Arts from the University of Northern Colorado.