Poem -
After the Rain
When it rains, it pours…
And washes away the prints on the footpath:
--of those shoes which go nowhere,
umbrellas barely holding on,
coats drenched in pain,
and hints of hope for better days.
But when the sun kisses the pavement once again,
Even the poor man feels rich
when his worn-out hat looks bathed in gold.
--Bernadete vdw, ’25
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Comments
 Bernadette, love the way you turn things around.
To see the other side and bring it centerstage.
Positivity shines here and shines oh so brightly.
Beautifully done and sets me and perhaps other readers for the day ahead :)
Full uplifting honors and most deserving.
Will be reading more as the day progresses.
Hope you're keeping well and warm this season.
Shaun x
Long may your worn out hat be bathed in gold B... hugs x
I too are looking forward to better days ahead Bernadete.
I love your shared thoughts.
WB.
Nothing like a touch of sunshine to fix a dull day!