Lost..in the simplicity of
my own wandering thoughts
I failed to notice the truth
right before me
The fact that what we desire
might not be ours at all
The rain fell on my jumbled
hair.. my shirt drenched
I kept walking
A puddle splashed dirty
water on me
All that was before me was
wet pavement, and fog
I had hoped love was a
gift .. I would recieve
Yet, as the clouds gathered
All I got was wet feet..

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe