Umbrella
It's been raining so long
I can't remember
Where summer went
And if it was well spent
The clocks are about to be put back
For daylight saving
And the leaves dropping to the paving
Are a sign of decline
Like the hour's of day
But come what may
The rain won't stop
Despite the winter malaise
In Matt canvassed greys
That make me wish
I could hibernate till spring
Because the cold stings
Each more than the last
As I am resigned to next year
More of the same
When i am 1 year older
And worn-out grumpier
In my Christmas jumper
Stuck wet to my heart
1 year but still not gone
It can't rain all the time
But in my day's of life
It's the only thing consistent
Persistent to the point
Thought I am changing
And getting older
I walk under an umbrella
Walking on with hope in my heart
That droughts and sun burnt famine deserts
Dream of me
My simple woes of sorrow
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2017
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