Poem: Final Lines As Cold As Winter

A poem about winter, and coats, and giving, and those cold-af final lines…

Winter’s coming and I have
spare coats, I’ll donate them —
and not just to feel good.

One man’s clutter is another
man’s lifeline; I’m writing this now
and not just to feel good.

But if this was true, really
totally honest, I’d share the
coats and not this poem.