Thoughts On a Cold March Evening

Outside the frigid air blows in from the East Inside I flip on my radio and hear a monologue Tomorrow a snowstorm will arrive Feeling tired, I lay down on my bed Before drifting off to sleep, however I pick up a pen and paper write down some thoughts for a cold night My father's gone these 7 and 1 /2 years No more sweet music on the Steinway in the living room Tomorrow I head back to the fabled Lower East Side Hope there is someone on my side up there in the heavens I need spiritual strength to see me thorough the nest day Icy cold thought it may be I dare to raise my small personal flag In the face of eternity