My feet are cold

Another Friday night 
not a party in sight,
not even a glass of wine.

I lay here in bed 
old, but not dead,
my cold feet for sure a bad sign.

Turn off that light,
I can't sleep, it's too bright 
and throw over me a warm, cozy quilt.

That is all I can do with these rhymes.

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