a dog on either side
  warming my legs
  under the covers
  upon which this laptop stays
  Flags poem on it
  My response to his plea
  "We've heard you my friend
  Rome wasn't built in a day"

  The humidifier hums
  The light bounces around
  From the snow that shimmers
  All over the ground
  It's early but still
  I can already hear
  The children on sleds
  The snow crunching like gears

  I should probably get up
  Take a shower and shave
  If I don't make some calls
  Then I won't get paid
  I need to shovel the drive
  Should be careful about it
  Seems every year there's 
  Someone dies as they plow it
  
  What irony that would be
  For my heart to quit
  Snow in the south
  I moved away from that shit
  But if my heart should fail
  Shovel in hand
  Please tell my son
  I was a good man

  Tell him that yesterday
  I help push peoples cars
  Up icy hills so they could
  Get to the bars
  Tell him I once saved his aunt
   From drowning in the lake
  Tell him I'd wait for my bite
  Till everyone had cake

  If my heart should give out 
  On this sunny white day
  There are so many things
  I will have wanted to say
  To my wife, you're the shizzle 
  So smart, funny and kind
  Though my heart is now stopped
  You're still my valentine

  What could have prevented
  my early demise?
  What could have allowed
  My love to thrive?
  If I never got up 
  And shoveled the drive
  stayed in bed reading Hubski
  I'd still be alive