Winter is Here

A snowflake has fallen
a fly dies
The leaves are brown
on forlorn trees
A child's mitten lays,
frozen and forgotten.

TV antennas on roofs
in buildings dilapitated.
my city is gray
the streets empty,
except for the elderly
who clean after their pets.

As I lay down,
the coffin closes,
my life is forgotten
my dreams gone.
Long did I labor,
only dogs bawl.

By: Can't remember who wrote this
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