Cruel winters harshness is upon me,
the chill of the snow against my face;
As I wonder lost on the mountain of life,
am I to die in this forsaken place?
Why does fate frown upon me?
What have I done that was so bad?
That I found myself about to die,
with a heavy heart that is sad.
Dwayne Bailey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cruel-winters-harshness/
