life rains hard heavy chores
when it rains it thunderclap pours
worse with cold hard winter rain
ice rain stings flesh like needle pain
when a bright sun comes out it shines
life is easier outside when a warm sun shines
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words of wisdom, Terry. There is labour that stings; there is toil that warms and leads to joy. For many to profit, for those who commission the work but refuse to labour, there must often be an eternal winter. This is a great piece.