Winter Drab

White snow dappled with filthy slush
Bitter cold winds slice through
Until nothing can warm the soul

Gray buildings fade into gray skies
Depressed residents living out life
In a dull, colorless city

Older people refuse to see
Looking through rose-colored glasses
Blissfully lost in the dead past

The young yearn to escape this place
Seeking out life’s greener pastures
In vivid corners of the world

The young see what the old cannot
Even when the blue skies return
The forlorn city is still dead

Forlorn

© 2018 by Benjamin Goodrich

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