With fading light the darkening shadows form
As blackening night the hours endorse
No quickening steps in drizzling rain
For no steps will I have again
As my chair weaves its weary course.
The chill of night lingers as winter fades
A few people with fastened collars high
As waters along the gutters flow
While lights from a restaurant are aglow
And along the path I drive on by.
The wind bites upon my face
With narrowed eyes and hands so cold
Watching the world but feeling not part of it
Driving past windows with warm rooms lit
Nearly home but feeling old.
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