The Gloom and the Glamour

I longed for the glamour while I watched the raindrops swell, And fall from my cap, like tiny mountain climbers hanging on for their lives. In the end they succumbed to exhaustion. The gloom surrounded me, walking home from school. Those dark, dank, evenings were my home. I thought I was unhappy and I craved the glamour. The glamour excluded the soggy fields, the dreary asphalt, The murky sky and the road to slog. The glamour excluded life. The glamour excluded me. I could only imagine, the coloured lights, The shops, the exciting things, Like Sunday cloths every day, and joy. The gloom was everywhere. The glamour was everywhere else. I still look for the glamour. Now amongst the exciting things, And everywhere else. Oddly, the gloom attracts me once more, Those swelling raindrops it seems. ©dbyrne sept 2013