Tears that fall like rain

From the silky showers of the morn

Forever lead one to shelter

To forget the day they were born

In quiet times to reflect the sins of youth

You will find the cupboard bare

You will find your soul scared

With lollipop kisses to make up for the pain

It’s like a book of riddles

Life is passing down a drain

Yet a glimmer of hope

It comes and it goes

Through a slit of golden rays

Till it’s never no more

© Bolan-Beaty Boogie

January 1, 2016