The bright rider urges on his steeds
Fleeing from the dark night's misdeeds.
I lift up a wearied eye
To spy on darkness nigh.
The heart suddenly fails,
Cold wind evenly flails.
You relish the warmth of the fireplace
But I shiver without a comforting match;
The icy cold is tearing at my face,
Surely its a bad cold I'm going to catch
As you cosily hug the orthopedic.
Where will I lie with my troubles tonight?
What will shelter me from the indifferent rain?
Will I tomorrow see the bright daylight?
It feels plausible to jump off life's pain train!