An
Old Cold Winter
By
@IrishCultural
The Autumn
has risen,
And the
bleakness has begun,
It won’t be
too long,
Before the Winter has come,
A lifetime of
hard work,
And never
missed a day,
I always
tried my best,
And always paid my way,
I can hear the postman coming,
A rattle at
the door,
The letterbox
opens,
An envelope hits the floor,
This envelope
looks different,
I’ve not seen
it before,
My weak body
trembles,
As I scoop it from the door,
I open it up,
And Inside I
see,
Another new
tax,
Waiting for me,
This money was
saved,
Throughout
the year,
To heat my
home,
When the cold came near,
Now I need
them most,
And all they can
say,
You have to
take the cut,
There is no other way,
I don’t have
much left to give,
And I’m
fighting every day to live,
How much more
can I take,
It’s only time before I break,
Memories get
me through the day,
And at
night-time when I sit and pray,
I wish you
would come and take me away,
So all my troubles will go astray.
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