She wraps me in her cold embrace,
a hold that will not let go . . .
I welcome her with half a heart,
which is more than I truly have.
One time - in my ardent youth -
I was unaware that sadness
Lurked outside the playground
fence, biding her time; she
Knew I'd venture out, as all boys
do, when 'safe and sound'
From elders' lips fell on deaf ears
of silly boys of simple heart.