Dark November Days Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Dark November days are here again
And I'm wondering why nothing's changed.
I guess I'm just trash, waiting for collection.
I'm like a lost stray.
And even though I'm not homeless
I have no home.
I'm like a lost stray.
Nobody wants to shed a tear for me.
It's a dark November day, quite grey.
And I'm wondering why life.
Has turned out this way for me
I guess I'm just trash, waiting for collection.
I've got nothing more to say.
Lord-just, collect a long-lost stay.
Lord, just collect me today.