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Dream of Old
Gray somber skies
Interrupt the rites of spring
Lacy curtains of snowflakes
Echoing, forlorn sighs
A barren tree stands guard
over winter’s sudden surprise
Stripped of life, it parodies me –
existing, but empty inside
Time marches on, its song the same
Singing a monotonous refrain
Another day older, a few degrees colder
Romancing death, but in vain
Close the door and walk away
I’m through with life and its pain
Thus goes the futile dream of old,
Sadly, tomorrow I’ll wake again.
Interrupt the rites of spring
Lacy curtains of snowflakes
Echoing, forlorn sighs
A barren tree stands guard
over winter’s sudden surprise
Stripped of life, it parodies me –
existing, but empty inside
Time marches on, its song the same
Singing a monotonous refrain
Another day older, a few degrees colder
Romancing death, but in vain
Close the door and walk away
I’m through with life and its pain
Thus goes the futile dream of old,
Sadly, tomorrow I’ll wake again.
Published 24th Feb 2021
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15th Mar 2021 10:10pm
I especially like the second and fourth verses.
Expresses the sad, grey cold of depression well.
Winter blues.
Expresses the sad, grey cold of depression well.
Winter blues.
