Drummer Bill Ward shared another poem of his own on Thursday, the 1st, filled with sensitivity and melancholy, titled "Stay Warm".
The legendary Black Sabbath began writing poems during the COVID-19 quarantine, and has continued to share them ever since. His poems always contain messages of hope, sometimes sadness, but invariably demonstrate a keen awareness of current world events.
Below is a free translation of the poem, followed by the original excerpt published by Bill Ward:
"Stay Warm"
This cold January isn't being very friendly.
My bones are already aging, and I feel the cold winter currents more easily.
There's still so much to do, open wounds and hurts to heal. Chaos has taken hold. I take a deep breath and try to find some reason and comfort.
The thorns are sharper
I'm not ungrateful, but I'm more tired.
It will be good to feel the spring breeze and the aroma of saltwater.
I'm lucky to have warm clothes; I can't forget that!
I wonder if it's cold in London today, or in Central Park.
I'm grateful for having recently bought blankets, new blankets.
Being a grandfather, I'm discovering something different about
who I am, and in finding myself, I think I'm slowly
doing very well, I think!
Stay warm; winter isn't over yet.
Love,
Bill
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