Falling Like Raindrops

Rain falls to the ground
as turns ever blacker
and makes feet slip,
falling from shop windows
as people pass by.
The old women, on their way,
pushing a cart for balance
with their grocery haul.
The man who leaps from white van,
lit cigarette in one hand,
as the other searches overalls
stained with paint for change,
taking a break to grab lunch
while his colleague waits.
The teenage girls who,
huddled under their coats,
attack the summer day
as if school began tomorrow,
squeezing laughter from
the thick, damp air.

And I, a listless poet,
searching for honour and pride
amongst the life that continues
as rain falls to the ground
that turns ever blacker,
my feet slipping as I pass
with distant thoughts.

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