Marie

You sift through trouble, don't get frightened, none will tell on you, before you throw, and strew into the fire, all the stuff you loathe, silence is your hub, a source of brine, hands that you scrub, laugh at the cold, hear the clock chime, no one will ever know, remember summer love, forgive his broken wife, he sings in your blood, before the river flows, check the earth and tides, all the lies he told, pull on your gloves, take your time, shoulder what's to come, drink a little wine.