It's not that bad when it's this cold,
 And you're alone, with just the birds;
 It's not that bad when you grow old,
 And grasp for friends, for thoughts, for words --

 It's not that bad to look around
 And wonder where it all went wrong;
 It's not that bad, but not that good:
 But, then, you've known that 
 
 All along