The shortest day
The longest night
That wishful bay
Is still out of sight
We’re stuck on ice
The air is cold
We’re paying twice
For that chest of gold
This stupid race
Leads us nowhere
We found disgrace
And we got scared
We feel too old
To quit or run
Can’t reach that gold
Can’t catch the sun
Illusions gone
And hopes are lost
For what goes on
Our fates are tossed
The one who tries
Will not be dead
‘To live’ implies
To push ahead
The shortest day, the longest night
© Copyright: Денис Гольбин, 2021
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