Snow


One day, and it is coming,

Just like the northern strong winds

I will become old and grey

Skin shrivelled and brain senile

Sitting often with a mug of tea in hand

And reminisce more about the past:

Did I love you enough?

Did I play with the kids often?

Did we smile and laugh a lot?

Just as we were there to bury our Dead

When we too become dead

Who will pick up the burden to bear?

So many questions

My mind grows weary with fear

This cup of tea is getting warm

Like me seated here by the fireplace alone

While outside it has started to snow.

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A Song to Myself

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Today I wrote a song to myself  

Nobody else was invited 

These walls shield my music

These lyrics I can only keep for so long . . .

 

Today I did away with you from my mind 

I can only drink your wine too much 

Before my pain, my hurt, these feelings 

Become revelers at my wake . . .

 

Today the sun did not come out to play 

It was the first day all over again 

I walk the wilderness alone 

All I have for company is my shadow . . .

 

This is a song to myself  

Dark and bleak, so it seems 

I hear Rama crying for her lost son 

How was it to know it was me all along. 

 

A Song to Myself 

Today I wrote a song to myself 

Nobody else was invited

These walls shield my thoughts

These thought I can only keep for so long
Today I did away with you from my mind

I can only drink your wine too much

Before my pain, my hurt, these feelings

Become revellers at my wake
Today the sun did not come out to play

It was the first day all over again

I walk the wilderness alone

All I have for company is my shadow
This is a song to myself 

Dark and bleak, so it seems

I hear Rama crying for her lost son

How was it to know it was me all along.