A Village Hut

Old hut, barely one room, Often, the blizzards cry At your door; gloom And worry come-by and When a bad year befalls, Hunger comes along; Laments within your walls Rob the notes from a song. Bitterness, everyone sings About: neediness, duress, The evil and sad things, Where is joy, happiness? In your walls - no harmony, Happy songs do not dwell, For happiness and acrimony Do not mix well.