The cold wind slapped my cheeks with hands well chilled
A blind and natural force cared not for me
A hint that I was soon to pay my bills
First consider death and make a will
There are no autumn leaves.not much to see
The wind of age cracks minds as if to kill
No more shall we climb in the Cleveland hills
Not lie in heather,drowned in honey bees
The cold wind slapped my cheeks with hands well chilled
How we’re ground in Nature’s deathly mills
A hand, an eye, an ear, we watchers see
A hint that we are soon to pay our bills
Who creates and who if unfulfilled
Shall make a war and set no prisoners free?
The cold wind strikes the soldiers’ eyes like drills
To God, the orphaned infants make a plea
I look,I see those Auschwitz silver trees
The cold wind slapped my cheeks with hands well chilled
The ovens burn, the blackbird sings its trills
How my heart sings 