I stagger off the sweltering bus, <br />And enter blessed shade. <br />Its cool brings soothing respite <br />From the searing glare. <br /> <br />It seems not very long ago, <br />That this whole land was frozen. <br />Yet now we suffer from the heat, <br />And its companion pollen. <br /> <br />It is our fate, <br />We're delicate, <br />Too sensitive by far, <br />To warmth or cold or wind or wet, <br />Which our contentment mar.<br /><br />Stephen Wylie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-sensitive-by-far/
