Poetry

The rain is pouring
In sheets on the ground
And on roofs and gutters;
I marvel at the sound

Washing away
The marks of time passed
To welcome whatever
A new future might bring

Come, sit and think
On paper put ink
Cherish the moment
Before a new one begins

London Bridge

Shh, quiet, do you hear?
That’s the sound
Of the London Bridge,
Falling

But wait, there’s something else
Oh, do you see?
That’s our childhood friendship,
Ending