A Bright Star in the Black Night

And Skadi had her way much snow today Imparted volunteer job hopes soar high. Each Thor’s day , a shining star in a black sky Orange in my throat and gob smacked, what to say? And never let the blighters beat you down And the sawbones mention you cannot heal . And show them I work with plenty of zeal I am cook too at the depot uptown. The doctors state see you are strong , We think you are weak ,die in a care home. My star is dimming do I fight or take flight? My job like an void vessel I felt dead This must be the rehabs typical syndrome Hard to feud with sawbones reason-they’re right My mood tastes like bad lime pulled down by dread.