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
Stanski
February 18, 2025
Steve Haarman 