Distance makes the heart grow fonder.
If too fond, the mind does ponder
If that love can last when yonder,
And one’s eyes begin to wander.
If that love were torn asunder,
Both would end up broken under
First, enlightening, then the thunder
Ever booming: loss or wonder.
Hard to move slow when a sprinter.
Hard to stay smooth when a splinter.
Hard to “-act” without the inter-
Course, you say, “Just get through winter.”
Help us, Lord, get through the winter.