To hold, to warm, to embrace,
Standing in the mist of dawn,
No warmth,
No loving arms,
But for the cold mist embracing,
Clutching heart in its hand,
Ice coldness enveloping
As sounds so eerie darkness surrounds
Whispers of the mist in the mind
A man longing to still be in the warm, comfort of his bed
But for circumstanced in this cruel world
Come rain or shine
He has to provide for his family
As seasons pass the heavier his load
To fulfil their needs alone
Walking with broken shoes
On stormy winter’s nights
When he missed the buss home
Blisters on the soles of his feet
From walking miles and miles
A once good life turned to poverty
Never giving up hope
He will rise above this temporarily storm
Take care of his family
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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