The grip of a cold East wind in the chest,
When you and the road are both pointing West,
When you stop for a chat with nothing to say
Where you wouldn't have stopped like that yesterday.
Walking uphill with a step that's not right,
And a Hill diagnosis but no hill in sight.
The longest way round is the shortest way home,
If you're stuck half way up and you there on your own.
Noticing acid with no acid in food
And a poor sense of humour to lighten the mood.
Do not be a hero that sits on the fence,
That looks the wrong way and jettisons sense.
Consult with an expert, respect their advice,
Listen and learn, it might not happen twice.