Hither To The Day's Meeting Poem by M Rene Riel

after looking for a letter, that was yesterday sent,
out the door, and away I went
the snow was falling and to the eyes, no waste
the temps were falling, so my steps were in haste

hither to, the day's meeting
looking to, the usual greeting

gentle the falling, that rushed to the ground
silent the ordeal, i thought without sound
aggravated to say without despair
fell upon the day's cool crisp air

hither to, the day's meeting
looking to, the usual greeting

the repeat, the repeat, will never die
my head tilted towards the oblivious, unseen sky
the doctor awaits, oh, hear me I say
this walk through the halls breaks up my day