Old Men and Rainy Days
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i wish i were the rain. a drizzle, no a downpour

Old Men and Rainy Days

i wish i were the rain.

a drizzle, no a downpour

of sweet memories all the same.

memories:

all that's left to shelter me.

'relax, take it slow,

ya got a long time to go.'

they said, 'eighty years,

that's a long time, you know.'

but what do you say when you're eighty?

where do you go to hide from that lady,

the future?

from time, your supplier of pain?

do you laugh it away?

do you cry it away?

or do you sit all alone

on your park bench and say

'i wish i were the rain.'

the unending, undying rain.

it falls and it lands,

it puddles and then

returns to the heavens

to come down again.

and make old men wonder,

where go the old men?

back to the heavens

to come down again?

on second thought

i'm glad i'm not

the rain.

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