The cold it seeps into my soul
It drains my life and leaves a hole
For where I was alive to speak
I am no longer strong but weak.
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If only I could rally round
And put my self on firmer ground
Lift a limb and wave for help
A full grown man, no untried whelp.
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And, lo, behold, a sign I see
A calling calling out to me
A stranger heeds my need and so
I lift my eyes and forwards go.
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Is life so built, can truth be known
By claiming breath is free to own.
Graeme Sandford 