Frail and sad ,the man is changed
Not beginning in his course
He’s had the best and now the worst
He submits to death arranged
He protects his family
He’s paid his mortgage filled the Bank
As he ponders spirits sink
What of this must they each see?
He has got restricted hours
As doctors all must improvise
None can say what way is wise
The immune system, fearful, cowers
But now he’ll bear the setting sun.
In vocal skies, the eyes of owl
The breath of cats, the throats that growl
Michaelmas and deep autumn
The total darkness earths at last
Midwinter candles, the great feasts
Hannuka, Christmas,blessed yeast
We’ll rise again but not in haste.
Make the body’s rhythmic moods
One more way to hear the tunes
In deep winter’s gathered gloom
Cry, I love you ,cry aloud.
Let the tears of pity come
Gather them to water him
In this place his tree will grow
When with love his seeds we sow
How my heart sings 