Wednesday, 22 September 2010

Bad Weather Coming

A swirl of grey sweeps up the sky
The sun too soon renounces day
As human traffic hurries by
Intent on leaving work for play.

The sun too soon renounces day
Denying light and warmth to us
Intent on leaving work for play
Who now must queue to catch a bus.

Denying light and warmth to us
Means colds and flu could soon arrive.
Who now must queue to catch a bus?
The ones least able to survive.

Mean colds and flu could soon arrive
To give us coughs and make us sneeze
The ones least able to survive
Could well expire with gasp or wheeze.

To give us coughs and make us sneeze
The winter's cold and wet conspire
And soon the old with gasp or wheeze
Could enter in the heavenly choir.

The winter's cold and wet conspire
To smite the old, and babes in arms
Could enter in the heavenly choir
Too soon reduced to singing psalms.

They smite the old and babes in arms
As human traffic hurries by.
Too soon reduced to singing psalms
They swirl in grey, sweep up the sky.

(C Sylvia Goodman

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