As the pitter patter
From simple little matter
Left me torn from laughter
Would eventually mean nothing
But to me, you were everything
Walking aimlessly around this town
From morning til hours from now
All of which in the rain.
The pitter patter left me a thought to ponder
If all I'm worth is walking down a street in the rain
If all I am is the source of other's pain,
Why bother living with so little to gain?
All of which in the rain! With the pain. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An emotional piece, Alex. Thanks