The truth is dark under your eyelids. <br />What are you going to do about it? <br />The birds are silent; there's no one to ask. <br />All day long you'll squint at the gray sky. <br />When the wind blows you'll shiver like straw. <br /> <br />A meek little lamb you grew your wool <br />Till they came after you with huge shears. <br />Flies hovered over open mouth, <br />Then they, too, flew off like the leaves, <br />The bare branches reached after them in vain. <br /> <br />Winter coming. Like the last heroic soldier <br />Of a defeated army, you'll stay at your post, <br />Head bared to the first snow flake. <br />Till a neighbor comes to yell at you, <br />You're crazier than the weather, Charlie.<br /><br />Charles Simic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/against-winter/
