They’re hard times, my love,
If you do not check yourself,
And have a good laugh.
I went for a walk,
With the setting sun today,
Taking photographs.
The oak trees did pose,
Naked and silhouetted,
With the setting sun.
The evening air cold,
And the wind blew against me,
On my way back home.
A hot mug tea,
Steaming hot between my hands,
Helped to warm me up.
