Making Hay.

[valdary]

Making hay in the sun that shines,
Against an iron black sky,
Taking what I can before it breaks.
Leaving the later harvests,
To unpractised hands to try,
Trusting them to learn from their mistakes.
I'll do what I can,
I'll leave what I have,
To help them make their shelter,
Safe and warm.
But they must shutter their own windows,
Against the winds that blow.
I won't be there to help them face the storm.