Not in Stride

The snow wasn’t much
But the piles are high
And the corners are slushy and wet.
In the clean-up, the plows
Made it hard to get by
And that makes many people upset.

Still, it could have been worse;
Life is close to the norm
Yet there’ll always be those who complain
And I’m certain the next time
We’re hit with a storm
They’ll pipe up with their whining refrain.