How was it when there was nothing? Willingness was having a tough time Meeting up with opportunity Things will get better They always do, but for now We are doing without Heartfelt feelings will be hurt You sense abandonment No love offered or received Worry has replaced every emotion Subdue all expectations Gather all the wood you can It will be a long winter The cold that causes bones to ache Will work on the spirit In an effort to break The treasury was lost and won’t be found No matter how you look We have done this before Animals have to be saved Who of us will keep the score? Who will keep the pump primed? We never know for sure Days will pass, then weeks and Promise for early spring, but Fool’s gold is cheap and Anyway, we’re not buying No one ever has or will see us crying As the waiting nears an end We hope we can, in our hearts, have love again Yes, we hope we can These wretched cold winters are never grand We are cautious; don't want the wrong people seeing us waving to a friend Stanski February 18, 2020
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Steve Haarman 