Cold
Electric colours filter through window panes old
to dance upon the sober faces of those now cold,
and so the radiator improves it's defence,
as another shift ends, so another can commence.
Outside the pale blue sky stands,
almost mocking in it's defiance,
as if to say that dreams of snow white lands,
belong to the realms of elves and giants.
And as last minute shoppers scavenge that not yet sold out,
they march to the beat of corporate drums,
that serve to drown out the fading shout,
that the spirit of Christmas can be neither bought, nor won.
And whilst another Christmas Eve draws to a close,
another day of work begins for those sat by windows,
as the radiators improve their defence,
for another shift ends, so another can commence.
