How to tell a story

How to tell a story

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Pipe Dream

This is what I thought would be
my years as an old man:
living in simplicity
would be my closing plan;

a small town in the desert where
I never would be cold,
quiet living without cares,
contented, peaceful, old.

But this is not how life turned out.
I live under gray skies
where seldom is the sun about
and summer's a surprise.

I can't recall when I was warm,
I shiver all day long.
They tell me rain can do no harm
but I think they are wrong.

Sometimes dreams indeed come true,
at least that's what they say,
so maybe they'll come true for you.
For me? A rainy day.