Submitted by “DH”

When the days are cold

When we’ve all grown old

You have not been told

My hope grows tenfold

Yet my legs are bare

In the cold night air

Wind whipping my hair

I wonder where-

Then he calls my name

But it’s not the same

To him, it’s all a game

But it’s not the same

When the days are cold

When we’ve all grown old 

We will fall, so bold

My hope dies tenfold