You look outside you see drops falling from the sky,
You wonder how they get there, how they fall.
...
The way the sky is gloomy and blue today.
It’s cold the wind is moving slow.
...
I was born in Dover i have lived in Maine my whole life and it is cold here)
The Words
He talks but you seem not to hear.
You look around.
It is silent like snow falling on a cold winter day.
You try and concentrate hard,
you can’t believe what he is saying.
An image passes through your head.
You feel your eyes start to water
you try not to cry but it just bursts out like a waterfall.
Tears stream down your face.
Why? Why him?
Nobody can help you.
You are a very nice poet