Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Midwinter, Deserted Hill Station


I see you every day
walk barefoot on the frozen ground
I want to be your friend
But you look the other way

I see you every day
Go hungry in the bitter cold
I'd gladly share my food
But you look the other way

I hear you every night
cough desolately in the dark
I'd share my warmth with you
But you look the other way

I see you every day
Pass lonely on my lonely way
I'd gladly walk with you
But you look the other way


-Ruskin Bond