November Chill Poem by Laurence Overmire

November Chill

November
Is a wonderful time of year
Leaves are falling
The air is brisk
People are energized
Tackling all the problems of the world
Disease
Hunger
Poverty
The cold reminds them of those not so fortunate.

Then again
There are other guys
Who are still playing golf.

~ Laurence Overmire

(Previously published in The Hold, Jan.2005)

Thursday, November 7, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: november,golf,poverty,problems
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