hellohello
Cause it’s you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to Lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don’t know why, I can’t keep my eyes off of you
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Sunday, May 16, 2010, 11:31 PM
Those Winter Sundays.Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labour in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of the house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
Who had driven out the cold
And polished my shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
Of love's austere and lonely offices?
-Robert Hayden.