Winter 1964

The wind is cold outside

Its touch is icy.

The rain is so wet and depressing

And the trees are bare.

But go outside I must

For there’s nothing left inside.

Nothing of any value at all –

Not any happiness inside now

And only the cold outside.

Is there anywhere else to go ?

I just don’t know.

Winter 1964

 

 

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