The Rainbow
The Rainbow.
It must have spanned a quarter of a mile from
ground level end to end, a quarter mile
high in the sky.
I saw some children coming from their cars and
I said look there’s a rainbow. They did not seem
to dare nor to care nor understand
The shopping mall is new, the children are too
I wondered about both to big to
numb to rainbow.
I sat in my car, rain began to fall, the rainbow
in the sky began to fuse at one end to become
one with the sky.
The other end seemed brighter for a time
I figured it was time to leave. I drove
closer to home.
The people in their cars staring only at the line
of standing car in front of them. I wanted to shout
there’s a Rainbow!
But questioned why bother, it’s dying but not
As dead before it’s time as those who did not
wish to Rainbow.
Thoughts came of yesterdays and what of the
Tomorrows the children will they see as I
it’s rainbows of life.
Tears did come, so pretty was the rainbow.
Other thoughts came. It’s better to
think not of tomorrows.
Nor the many yesterdays, think only of today
and what a beautiful life to behold
any of it’s rainbows.
I know well of the pot gold at the end of
life’s rainbow. It shines brighter to a heavenly
light on into daylights bright.
.
Copyright © John Hardison | Year Posted 2015
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