Oh winter, dear winter
what have you done
He slipped on the pavement
smashed brittle bone
Oh winter, dear winter
what will you do
Will you freeze his house pipes
will you thaw and burst too
Will you freeze his bones
while he lies in bed
In two thousand and ten
he was almost dead
He was seventy years old
Belfast was thirteen below
He stared at the gas fire
imagined the glow, though
he didn't dare,
switch it on
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