May 25, 2011

Walking Through The Rain

A-walking, a-humming,
The road stretches on,
Your twenty-dollar bill,
Crumbling in your fingers,
Whistling a concerto,
You heard long ago,
Playing in a dream,
Or playing in your head,
How does it matter
When you won't ever be dead?


Down to your last penny,
And you throw it away
On a man who says
He will bless every act
But do you care?
Its raining and yet,
Its a grand new day.
You are happy,
Life is good,
And you  know somebody once said,
To save for a rainy day.
Yeah, right,
But you know,
How rain rhymes with pain
And give rhymes
With live?


Little puddles at your feet
And little leaves
Blowing through,
You have no raincoat
And your fingers turn blue.
But why do you care
Your every day is true.
You are loved and you are
Wanted,
And life walks with you.

5 comments:

Eon Heath said...

Hey, Hi
that was so much a song....so nice a flow...could sing it whilst strumming the chords...
beautiful....


Regards,
The Silhouette...

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

Indeed, it is.

Beautiful rhyming lines :)

Lovely post.

Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete

Mehak said...

lovely! it felt as if i was indeed walking along in the rain as i read it..

Kartikey said...

cheers.
now put music to it.

Prude said...

Wasting it on a man who blesses you...what better way to buy yourself some hope and a few smiles...