Umbrella Up
The man with the umbrella up.
Does no one know his name?
The man with the umbrella up.
he walks so slow, could he be lame?
He never talks,seldom shows his face.
He walks the streets, come rain or shine.
The man with the umbrella up.
What's his secret? What's his crime?
The man with the umbrella up.
He is seen a lot near school.
He watches children in their play.
Why oh why? But he breaks no rule.
Some say he's mad and quite insane.
His life is sad, that's for sure.
The man with the umbrella up.
He dresses well, he is not poor.
The more we see him, the more we know.
The man with the umbrella up.
His secret's out, it's time for truth.
Time for suspicions all to go.
The man with the umbrella up.
He is not a monster, he is not insane.
He killed his family, his wife and twins.
It was not his fault, he was not to blame.
This story's sad, he just needs love.
his family gone, somewhere above.
He looks for twins each day at school.
His life is empty without their love.
Copyright © George Mcdougall | Year Posted 2008
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