Rain

Pitter patter rain drops.
Pitter patter thoughts of mine,
Running down the widow glass.
Open to the rain of time?
Happy little interludes
Happy stills of yet to find.
Hopeful clips of growing up
Ever after undermind

Pitter pater Pitter pat
I see the glass is over that.
I see that life has passed them by
The hopeful hopes of inner I
Of inner knowing bubbles, burst,
Of outer knowledge, bound to hurt.
To running drops that look the same
As when when in youth I watched the rain.

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