Raith Two

A diagnosis only half true, I smell the Limes, ask what's wrong with you, act like I already know, ties that bind, blowhard on my bones, hope brings a certain glue, what can be put right, gives me a clue, I won't be alone, in this cosy light, there’s always my home, I’m warm near the flue, it's not a crime, for fire to give news, how to keep going through evening and night, when the kids 'phone, I have to be fine, coffee gets me through, this strange time, wonder what's due?