Teardrops

Teardrops
8/15/09

City streets, wet feet
one little raindrop admits defeat.
Surrounded by many little brothers and sisters,
yet alone to fall where it may.

Storm of millions, lonely opinions
one little raindrop knows only lifeless minions.
A bent fedora, a creased lapel
one little raindrop: destined, he fell.

The pleat of a pant, the seam of a loafer
one little raindrop: follow he can’t.
Down the sidewalk, a busy corner
one little raindrop noticing no one talk.

Hustle and bustle, pushing and shoving
one little raindrop can’t find loving.
Frequent honking and violent screeching,
one little raindrop wishes for teaching.

Ignore your king, never anointed
one little raindrop: surprised, disappointed
Uninspired, of fool he tired
one little teardrop.