Out of the stillness...

The young man say:

'Are you al-right?'
'No.'
'Let's go, then.'
'I am hurting all over.'
'That's very good.'
'How about you?'
'I'm in agony.'
'Have fever, got a cold.'
'That's wonderful.'
'Now before Christmas ?'
'Shall we go, then?'
'Spending all your money?'
'I am getting pain, with the thoughts.'
'Fine, Yes.'
'That's a good idea.'
'Yes, but I haven't any money.'
'Where are we going?'
'To the poor house?'
'Let's just go.'
'Yes.'
'Can you help me up?'
'Al-right.'

.'
The woman helped the man up
and they went in the direction
of the poor house with the blue
door, and went in for the first time.

'What a lovely anthill.'
'It's more like a junk-heap.'
'Without doubt an anthill.'
'Most certainly a junk-heap.'
'Nonsense.'
'I have no money...'
'We can't buy any presents.'
'Absolute rubbish.'
'Where are your Christmas money?'
'I drink them up in the bar,'
'Yesterday ?'
'Yes.'
'I hate you...'
'Let's go.'

Then, with clumsy feet,
they left, but where do they went?
In the hope on a nice Christmas
without anything or ?