The leaves do lie in puddles on the pavement,
And flow in river gutters down the drain,
I myself am feeling down and lonesome,
As I walk alone in pouring rain.
Relentlessly it falls and there's no shelter,
The shutters drawn and closed as evening nears,
The city lights are shining down so brightly,
But only now illuminate my fears.
I wander witthout care and no direction,
My shoes are leaking and I feel so cold,
Not a penny to my name and I'm so hungry,
Everything I owned now lost or sold.
I walk along the soaking city centre,
Lit only by the shop signs up above,
The tree-lined roads around me are so empty,
Like my heart that is so starved of love.
The leaves do lie in puddles on the pavement,
And flow in river gutters down the drain,
I myself am feeling down and lonesome,
As I walk alone in pouring rain.
Very moving writing here Andrew, I know how that feels, but tomorrow, a little sunshine perhaps? Love duncan X
Sad and touching Andrew, a very atmospheric write, puddles can also be fun for young children who can't resist splashing in them, 10 Lynda xx
A touching poem and story Andrew! Splendidly written as always! Great write! ! *10*! ! Best wishes! ! Friend Thad
Hi Andrew. A sad lonely tale. so well written I can feel the rain running down my the back of my neck. A great read thanks. must be a 10 Regards Dave T
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another lovely poem Andrew, very touching and sad. your words leave footprints. Thank you. Ann