Over my head, the umbrella, it hangs,
Shielding me from the storms and rain,
Effortlessly, the umbrella stays strong,
Holding in its creases the things that are wrong
Along the road, you walk to me,
Your jacket and hair as dry as can be,
I wonder how you stay so clear,
With no umbrella anywhere near
In your hand, there lay a pin,
It sparkles bright in this evening din,
As you make your stop, we're close and near,
You raise the pin, and for my life I fear
But alas, you do not hurt me, no,
Rather now in my umbrella there is a hole,
And through the hole I so fearfully peek,
Expecting a sight of which not to speak
But through that hole I see not that,
Instead I see a bird happily sat,
And when I fold the umbrella, I see what you do naturally,
Not clouds and and storms and rain and fear,
But sunshine and smiles all 'round here
And through this pin you shall change my life,
Pricking away the sadness and strife,
From that day on, our ship has sailed,
The 'S.S Friend', the address to which we're mailed.
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🐌My Poems🐌
Poetrythis is just a compilation of all the poems I write, long and short! Each part is a different poem, and I'll add a new part whenever I write a new poem :)
