Was your Grandma wise too?

(A lone voice whispers)


One day, 
The rain will stop
People won't judge what you got 

One day,
The pain will stop
No more gossiping from the rooftops

One day,
All that will remain 
Is the peace you got

For the start of true love is an inside job

All these things 
My Grandma once said
Along with

Be you 
Like a raindrop in a desert

People will either love you or won't be able to find you
But it won't matter

What will matter is
You'll be a raindrop in a desert for just someone special 

And on that day
When it comes

Just keep praying 
The rain will stop

People won't matter if they judge what you don't got 

On that day,
The pain will stop
You'll stop hearing gossiping from the rooftops

And on that special day
All that will remain 

Is the peace you share
With someone who cares

For true love can start with just a single raindrop
Like finding your favourite book of poetry 
In a second hand shop

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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