Winter comes and winter goes,
frosted fingers and frosty toes.
Years go fast with each winter come,
Wonder I where years have gone.
Older I get the colder the winds,
yet more I value those cherished friends.
Their cards, letters and messages bring,
more hope than comes in the spring.
More precious they to me than gold,
my friends do bring me warmth in cold.
Like childhood days to me they bring,
more hope than even signs of spring.
Yet quicker still the years go by,
not one more minute will money buy.