Dark November Days Poem by Mark Heathcote

Dark November days are here again
And I'm pondering why nothing's changed
I guess I'm just trash, waiting for collection
I'm like a lost stray
And even though I'm not homeless
I have no home
I'm like a lost stray
Nobody wants to shed a tear for me
It's a dark November day, quite grey
And I'm pondering why life
has turned out this way for me
I guess I'm just trash, waiting for collection
I've got nothing more to say
Lord-just, collect a long lost stay
Lord-just, collect me today.