Waterdrops hitting my head;
beading down my face.
Stare at the sky for a long, long while;
Looking for an answer.

Summertime has long since gone;
dewdrops flake in my hair.
Winter blows for such a long, long time;
when will spring be here?

Grey skys, for grey eyes;
and those things disappear.
Look at me with my long, long face;
swear things will get better?

Spring showers will bring April flowers;
so all the children say.
Sitting on the windowsill, hour after hour;
for it keeps raining in May.

Walking the streets, the sky does cry;
tears that hit my face.
Haven't seen the sun in such a long, long time;
the memory all but disappears.

Machines clack and sing their metal songs;
destroying all that we know.
Flower in concrete growing from a long, long crack;
can't we find the same path?

Honking horns, glass building, fake parriahs;
the Messiah we left behind.
Jesus on the cross with those long, long nails;
just gives me a heart attack.

April flowers will come in bloom;
if they had their own way.
Sit in darkness, think in gloom;
can't stop raining in May.

Puddles form on street that cars drive through;
just to return to the same polluted streams.
Bums feed on handouts, such a long, long line.
and the dime musicians play.

Birds of a feather, fall together;
streetlights flash in romance.
Impatient people wait at such long, long lights;
caught up in a traffic jam.

Modern architechure with no design flaws;
a hooker with a baby in her womb.
An old war veteran ask for change under a long, long sky;
A child with a needle in his hand.

April's gone with it's desires;
flowers have gone astray.
Colors have melted in misery;
forever raining in May.

11/22/2003

Author's Note: Self-nominated Poem Of The Month! 01Jan05

Posted on 11/22/2003
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