My Wordle

In winter deep, my daily Wordle accords five-letter words new life and brings a smile, if not a chortle. So, with a smile, if not a chortle a brief respite from worldly strife a sojourn at etomology’s portal. For at this age, I know I’m mortal and life with obstacles is rife but will five letters be my sortal? Yet is my questing truly moral if I resort to Rhyme Zone’s knife shall my last gasp be ever glottal? For if a smile if not a chortle graces visage of kin and wife tis my verbiage near immortal? In winter deep, my daily Wordle provides a momentary relief in five letters, my daily Wordle can bring a smile, if not a chortle.