Think I’ll pour some homemade beer
To give myself a little cheer
It’s so cold and wintry here –
The sunshine’s gone to Oxfordshire
Sunday looks a promising day –
Then the sunshine’s here to stay
In life I shall not hold you again-
I've held the box your ashes are in-
But I can't take death on the chin...
Scattered in the garden under a cold sky
Pockets of primrose, bunched up and brave;
Leafless in late March the tree...
