The Red Umbrella

The Red Umbrella Incessantly the rain poured down It’s thrum continued as a song The street, a wet and somber scene A ghetto with an ashen view But held in contrast to to the sight A red umbrella has a mate The hand that holds it very tight A bedraggled body underneath A poor and homeless soulful waif She found it in the trash at night Emitting color in the filth She smiled at it despite her fate A man approached her with relief He lost it on his way to work Relinquishing it she shed a tear But he told her not to despair He had a place for her to stay Into his home with total bliss His umbrella meant as much to him A talisman to nuture love Ralph Sergi© November 4, 2018