Climate change

There’s no romance to living under the stars
no songs were written for you.

Cold and damp and they’ll call you a tramp
though you haven’t walked far for a while.

and while we’re on the subject
they’ll say there is no prospect
of anything changing soon.

Under the moon, they may be,
but inside the man is a baby
crying for help.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.