Snow from the East.Snow from the West,Snow to tease and try and test,Snow above and snow below,Snow to chill and beat and blow,Snow behind and snow before,Snow to seep through every door.Snow to put our life in blinkers.Snow to
I must get up for a pee again; it’s the second time tonightThe loo is down the corridor, and I daren’t put on the light.And the floor’s cold and the pipes sing and the washbasin is shakingThere’s a wet pool on the loo floor, and my patience close to
Now I find that being old is no worse than I fearedI might live in a country that’s kinderI’ll wear baggy pink shorts and I’ll grow a white beardAnd, just sometimes, go out on a blinder
And when I occasionally still have to flyI
the duck will cluckthe chick will quackNoah will wear a plastic macNoah will build a plastic arkthe dogs will mew and the cats will barkbut sailing through the pouring darkhope will keep us dry
hope will sigh but hope will cope
