Polariced

When polar bears go walking round With Mother at their side, They lumber on, yet pound-for-pound, Each has a sense of pride... To be at one, united there, Surviving day-by-day, Just taking in the midday air, As they go on their way... To you, that isn't great as such, To you, that's not so hot... Perhaps that's why it means so much, To them, it's all they've got! You ever had to walk alone, No-one to share your smiles? It soon gets stale when on your own, When you walk miles and miles... So spare a thought for polar bears! No mansions and no cars... No Internet yet no-one cares! No restaurants or bars! No TV and no radio, No chance of magazines... When all you've got are ice and snow, You'll know how much each means! Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2012.