It’s raining. It’s cold on these hills.
It’s draining, life brings its own chills.
It’s raining. The sun doesn’t want to shine on us no more. It’s draining, too many dying, I don’t think we can take this much more.
It’s harder. Life now has changed in plain sight. It’s crueler, they’ll let poor children go hungry day and night.
It’s raining. Keep strong and walk out your door. Life’s colder, much colder than it was years before.
It’s harder. But, we have keep moving on.
It’s harder. Something beautiful we once had has now gone.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2020
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