One rainy day,
pass across the bus bench,
no cover rooftop,
no walls,
safety net. Man,
grey under soppy hat with beaten down sideburns,
reach his frown.
"Here sir, my umbrella,"
No need for mine,
home just a block way.
The rain will fall forever anyway,
her pace will race the rain away,
dry pace by pace.
As he drowns on his bench.
ah but with his new found umbrella.
And I hope he has dinner waiting on the table,
a wife to sit with,
Or just a remembrance will do,
which is enough sometimes to make us happy.
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