A Light Jacket Will Do

January 4, 2018

The forecast of today,

possible chance of rain.

The sun shall always rise,

My soul beneath the clouds.

It is actually quite warm,

I am kissed by mine own tears.

Oh how poor,

the forecast of my years.

To my own dismay,

there are no options for delay.

A light jacket will do.

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