Weather the Change (Of 36 Summers)
I have seen 36 summers
25 of them have felt the oppressive humidity
with thunder and the lightning
cracking down upon my head
stupid but shy,
yet ready to become dead
Everywhere I go
the rain becomes my pain
Sweltering and the drench
No escape for this miserable wretch
All around, the stormy sky
without sunny breaks to make one fly
Why can't my eyes see a rainbow bright?
as the hail smashes against my head, this very night
The seasons change
these lines on my face continue to re-arrange
Every summer since 30
the reality becomes quite clear to peer
What have I done,
to have accelerated these passing years?
It is hard to understand why
An aching man turns and suddenly starts to cry
This storm will not abate
yet I cannot sit still and continue to hope
Forever to wait
Darkness of the sky
Summer 36
tragedy of a simple man
His last words(Indeed!)
before stretching outward his dying hand
Giving permission to God
and sweep him away from the world
By his own fatherly hand!
Copyright © Michael Rogers | Year Posted 2006
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