They keep the cold at bay
with dreams of yesterday
when they were young and in their prime
And as the north wind blows
they watch the fire glow
sheltered in a home from their own kind
If you see them out in the street
they seldom shop, they seldom eat
save a penny for a rainy day
When they were fighting during the war
they kept the score by working hard
and watching loved ones pass away
I only hope and pray
that if we reach their age
there'll be some comfort in our time
We shouldn't have to fight
for what should be a right
of every woman every man
In winter they don't have enough heat
we've got cold hearts, they've got cold feet
save another penny for a rainy day
I wouldn't like to think when I'm old
out in the cold that I'll be told
you've got no future anyway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Compassionate, lyrical - you've a great gift for touching my heart. Cold hearts, cold feet - ah, it made me shiver myself.