They Fall like Rain
Sometimes at eventide,
at the end of a long day
with a long list of things I have to do
I eat dinner from my paper plate
while paying bills or righting wrongs
my duties are abundant, not a few
As I wind life down to a whisper
and my last chance at comfort
is to wash my persistant issues down the drain
I stand behind the curtain, in the stall
with all my luxuries
I let my tears roll down my face like rain
It is there I am not judged and it is there
I have some peace from everyone asking
what is going wrong in every way.
There is no death impending and no
bill collector banging it just
a sweet release from the day.
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