The Leaden Sky
When your nights are all too dark,
And your dawns are all too bright,
And your days are all too stark,
And your thoughts have lost their fight –
When there’s nothing’s worth the heft,
When there’s less-than-little left
That still wants to sparkle in the rust,
And you’re turning-up, but only just –
I find I don’t know what to tell you now
That isn’t patronising –
Urging you to cheer-up, somehow,
This is just a brief downsizing.
But when your nights are all too long,
And when your days don’t feel too strong,
I guess I can’t pretend to know,
Except – I’d hate to see you go.
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