My old Bear

My old bear

how long

Do you hibernate?

Already happened

Two winters

I start to ask

If this is shame

somehow

Do you miss something?

My old bear

We do not own

Nor any honey pot

You get used to it

Only with podiums

as you know

Everything is a jungle

And we lose more than we earn

Get off that tree.

Do you still have some

Springs

Even if you have some

Shotguns out there