A GOOD MAN STARES BLANKLY AT THE WALL
A HOLLOW STALKING
MARKING HIS HEART
MAKING HEAVY IT'S EVERY RISE
AND FALL.
A GIRL BEHIND THE SHOP COUNTER
LOOKS ON CONFUSED
AS THE BIG MAN BREAKS DOWN TO CRY
SHE IS ASKED,
BUT KNOWS NOT WHY
A GLASS OF WINE LEFT WITH LOVE AT NINE
IS POURED AWAY IN THE MORNING, AGAIN
AS HE GRABS HIS COAT
AND WALKS INTO THE MORNING RAIN
Guy Richard Baldwin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-rain-4/
