This is a grey day and my heart
it seems has taken on
that same grey colour.
The kind of day when it’s needful to remember
what real suffering is;
and how a mild discomfort of the soul
isn’t any kind of reason for complaining.
I find that I look back on former times
through a nostalgic mist; the other day
I found myself a-wondering:
ten years from now, will these grey days
have been re-worked in sunshine?
And if so, is it then not possible
to live them sunnier now?
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