My days remain in a cold state,
Words of yesterday now echo.
Sorrow drips from the eyes of widows.
Staring into eternity now.

Let the last kiss float away,
Carry the casket one last time.
Winter is harsh like war,
Reality hits once loved ones grieve.

Stand alone by the naked oak,
covered by snowy misery.
Young faces now old,
like half drunk bottles of alcohol.
Stayed air of the dead remains,
just like a fallen red rose.
Tomorrow never comes,
Only today remains as a shadow.

© Michael Dimenco