Shut out!

The doors are all closed,
the shutters pulled down...
and yes, there is a chill in the air.
When he first returned,
the blossoms were growing,
how quickly the trees became bare.

He wanted to join them,
get back in the game...
and maybe hang on to his pride.
but those, that he thought
might best understand him,
became first, to cast him aside.

A little crestfallen,
he wanders alone...
He'll find his own outlet, no doubt.
When he thinks of the shit,
he's been through, this last year,
he's thankful that he's still about!