Old gloves

Books and toys
And my brother in the yard.
We climbed the trees
And drank tap water.
If it rained,
We would wait.
If it snowed
We’d be allowed
To play with neighbors,
And freeze our fingers
Even if we wore old gloves.

But,
Now we’re older.
The house is gone.
If it rains
We get grumpy,
And still go out
To work for others,
And be smart,
And be efficient.
If it snows
We get nostalgic
And still go out
To work for others,
And be cheerful,
And be calm.

But,
If it really snows a lot,
I get lonely as a glove,
Lost, forgotten
In the snow.