January it's time to cheat
And head abroad for winter sun.
Let's escape the wind and sleet.
With Christmas gone the year complete
And summer's good times yet to come
January is the time to cheat.
We miss the summer's warming heat.
Our search for winter sun's begun.
We'll escape from wind and sleet.
The special feeling can't be beat
When pallid skin feels winter sun.
January's time to cheat.
We'll go to where the sun we'll greet
And cold, cold winter can not come;
Where we'll escape from wind and sleet.
We're heading off now winter's come;
For Indian summer in the sun.
To Kerala our joy complete
For there we'll cheat foul wind and sleet.
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Second Wind
PoetryHighest rank #12 in Poetry Second Wind is an eclectic collection of mostly light hearted poems but often has a serious message and takes the occasional side swipe at politicians and those in power.
