The Blessed Skin

I don’t like the cold anymore

Tho, I used to run wild in deepest snow,

When I was younger,

And just didn’t know.

I don’t like the get ups and give ups,

I remember my legs were stronger.

Never did climb a mountain

When those days of days were longer,

Never did meet the saint,

The canary caged, dark amid the mine

But I knew kindness

In my brothers, mothers, summers and wine,

I never laughed, quite so loud

As when I fell in play

Never thought quite so hard

As when the years ran away.

But in each step, along my path

Each second I begged to lend,

I felt your hand within my heart,

My one and only friend.