Monday's Rain
I’ve been lost all these years
in time across the ocean,
a license to yearn
a litany of emotion.
Youthfulness to burn
in a life of devotion,
an intellect to earn
an ideal, a whim a notion.
Hazy days to remember
A hillside to laze upon
sunrise in harmony
Sailor fields to gaze upon.
Jiving with bees
the foxie on the label
reams of remembrance
a pint on the table.
Together! We made it
the good times, the pain
someone to walk with
in Monday’s rain!
© Harry J Horsman 2000
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2010
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