The poem I put on here yesterday left you wondering who the person was. He worked for an undertaker and was waiting to direct the hearse onto the estate where I live. The thing was though that I have seen him several times recently and was wondering why.
This one is different.
I look up to the sky,
The grey clouds above me
Bringing dullness to many.
But I look again and see it,
See that hole in the clouds
Shining brightness on me,
Brightness on my life.