Blessed Walk Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

It was the last day of April,
Took a few moments for 64-year old
Brain to register the ground was wet:
I looked up the sky, full of deep grey clouds.

Started walking out of Jasmine, and a dropp fell
On my bald head, sending a tingling message
Down, and made me see many mounds ahead
Made of dust and mud upraised by fallen drops.

On the road-side, I see a younger IAS officer
Walking with his fair wife in white shirt out,
Following 40 feet behind; he does not know
What luck he has to have a wife follow!

Two more drops, one on each my arm,
I look up to see the widely-spread clouds
Opening up and the Sun ready to pierce
And prove that summer is yet not gone.

All the while, iPod streams in music for me to hear
A Debussy piece that has piano strokes
Resembling the drops of rain, one by one
What followed pleased more - Chopin’s Raindrop!
Blessed Walk

It was the last day of April,
Took a few moments for 64-year old
Brain to register the ground was wet:
I looked up the sky, full of deep grey clouds.

Started walking out of Jasmine, and a dropp fell
On my bald head, sending a tingling message
Down, and made me see many mounds ahead
Made of dust and mud upraised by fallen drops.

On the road-side, I see a younger IAS officer
Walking with his fair wife in white shirt out,
Following 40 feet behind; he does not know
What luck he has to have a wife follow!

Two more drops, one on each my arm,
I look up to see the widely-spread clouds
Opening up and the Sun ready to pierce
And prove that summer is yet not gone.

All the while, iPod streams in music for me to hear
A Debussy piece that has piano strokes
Resembling the drops of rain, one by one
What followed pleased more - Chopin’s Raindrop!

Life in its long path has revealed sources of joy and pain
Without getting me to be proud or depressed with success
Or failure, happily with greater plus than minus points:
Unlike Housman, I have received more of good than ill!