When the Rains Come
When the sun shines
it does not shine for me
When the rains come
they never come for me
When flowers bloom
they look away from me
When the wind blows
it never comforts me
When things go south, as eventually they do
folks cry out for me...
I’ve weathered worse than they have
Fate's been good to me
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2025
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