odd enough on tuesday

a winter waking to thunder and rain
the bland voice on the radio speaks of snow
there is so much these days that seems arcane

as you get older matters seem less plain
the phone rings and there's much you have to know
a winter waking to thunder and rain

all of your efforts turn out to be vain
a hot drink fails to bring back the good glow
there is so much these days that seems arcane

you send a package from london to spain
you set some things aside to learn and grow
a winter waking to thunder and rain

words on the screen require another strain
your mind is daily much more weak and slow
there is so much these days that seems arcane

and yet your life is pleasant in the main
you win a prize here taste a sweet gateau
a winter waking to thunder and rain
there is so much these days that seems arcane