Bitter Grapes

Over the decades and over many lands

I have discovered that I can tolerate a little cold as long as there is blue sky

We are in the thick of a change of gears and I am trapped in Sydney and cannot breathe

It is meant to be summer but we're being dogged by winter days

Someone bring back the sun to set my blood ablaze!

My life is slowing down to a stop

My light is dimming down into a sleep

At this rate I fear this city will rest me into peace

But I could never be at peace in the soil of such a place

Trampled underfoot by a cut throat rat race

"How long oh Lord must I suffer here?" I grumble

This is bad sportsmanship I know

But it's taking its toll on my mental morale

Of course there are those that have it far worse

So I should "eat cement and harden up", as my son would say

It's just a grey day among days of days

It's bound to get better hey