Battered and knocked, sprawling on the ground,
Beating you day by day, I’ve had enough!
‘Best wishes,’ you say, as you leave me worn,
Battling the cold, dark, empty, yawn
Brought by evening winds, storms of plenty.
But the strong gales give me strength – help me up,
Before you’ve had a chance to run to your shelter.
‘Be aware, my friend, I will be back.
You think you’ve got away with torture!’
‘But I’ll be at your door waiting.’