Miss You

The Whirling wind makes me cold I seek a shelter to make me warm The hustles strain my spirit I long for spry sayings to soothe me up They said I was a man Men don’t cry Men must not cringe Thinking of one to tell How the cold engulfs and How my body bends beneath its bounds I wished a voice cheered me up I crave an ear to pour in my aches I yearn a heart to seek my care Miss you…