Today a gentle rain has hit the world.
Bright brilliant lines of grey strike at the sky.
Around the misty sun clear clouds are curled,
The watery sea is burning in my eye.
I've stole away some moments from my life
And wheeled my way out of the multitude,
A moments peace from treasured kids and wife
A chance to bathe in gentle solitude.
Now give me strength my hand upon the page,
Build word on word from each word gone before
With furrowed brow and all enroaching age
And fourteen lines of thought here to explore.
Blest not be be alone, as beggars beg,
I take the phone that's buzzing at my leg.
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