Outside, it’s an overcast, drizzly day.
I’m warm inside, still in pyjamas.
A lad with a leaf blower is noisy out there.
In here, my small cat and I are cosy, quiet.
I’m warm inside, and still, here in my pyjamas.
All my old longings have quieted with age.
My small cat and I are cosy. Never mind
the world, full of wars and climate disasters.
All my old longings have quieted with age.
The world still has beauty, natural and man-made,
even though it is also full of wars and climate disasters.
I’m bound to leave it in a few years anyway.
Yes, it still has beauty, both natural and man-made:
even that lad with his leaf blower, noisy out there.
Well, I’m bound to leave it in a few years anyway.
Need I care that, outside, it’s overcast and drizzly today?