What I Need Concealed

When I cannot tell you how I feel When I want to see you ,not to speak, I talk about the weather like a fool Sometimes when I’m tired I feel unreal Or life seems lost and meaning seems to leak Then I can not tell you how I feel. Some months have their winds to make misrule Winds to throttle throats and freeze the cheeks I talk about the weather ,as its cool. We must keep moving or our blood congeals So sheep must on moorland frosty, bleak I don’t want to lie for life is real When winter mocks our age I find it cruel Yet you are old and for amusement look I talk about the sunshine like a fool Oh,happy snowfalls keeping us from school As on the ice we tumbled with loud shrieks When I cannor tell you how I feel The weather stands for what I have concealed