Pocketful of Rain

What do we have
at the end of our walk
just the smiles on our faces
and a pocketful of rain

I have learned from you all
I have laughed with you all
I have burned for you all
but always, always you'll be gone

What do we have 
at the end of our walk
just the things we have shared
and a pocketful of rain

So grateful to have seen you
I'm honoured to have met you
indebted to your friendship
but always, always you'll be gone

What do we have
at the end of our walk
just the sparks that were flung
and a pocketful of rain

All that energy we burnt through
all the ink that we spilled
all the time that we spent there
all those moments left bare

Always, always you'll be gone again
with nothing to show
but a pocketful of rain...

(Sept 2017)

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Hazel ettridge

Mon 11th Jun 2018 08:35

I agree with Frances. Gentle, sad, restrained.
Appreciation for what you had. Sorrow for what you've lost.

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Mon 11th Jun 2018 04:16

Such a gentle, sad poem.
Rain or tears?
Beautifully restrained, Tom.

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