And if a cold wind blew,
If the yellow light from a naked bulb,
Threw shadows of a ghastly hue
If holes in the shoes let snow seep through
Numbing the inside part,
If the wind's sharp sting 'gainst so small a thing
Could stop a beating heart
If time crept slowly o'er those days,
And from those days came years,
If winter would not yield to spring,
Holding fast to frozen tears
If memories cause hurt and pain
As they most surely do
If the brain locks tight the prison door
What chance for life anew?
Jeanne Herrod
