Glistening ice causing lacy trees
Freezing fast in frigid breeze.
Street light shining for those still out
Shows way home for a gadabout
But Tommy struggles to get to the gate
Too much drink has made him late,
He lays himself down for a bit of a rest
To stay awake he tried his best
Soon the ice enclosed his body
Too much alcohol in his toddy.
Tommy will be gone before tomorrow;
Adding to his family’s sorrow.
The trees still glisten; the lights still shine,
A winter wonderland, so sublime.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio
Friday Fictioneers – 100 Word Challenge by Rochelle https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/04/03/5-april-2019/
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
A sublime take on the prompt to be sure! What a way to go.
What one sees is not always the way things are, huh? Thanks for your comment.