A Grumpy Poem for a Rainy Morning (Poem)

The funny thing it does to someone
To fall asleep in black and
Go out into the same inky world upon waking

The funny thing it is
To feel your mood the same drizzly melancholy
That wets the earth and slicks the pavement beneath

The funny happenstance
That some walk an earth of rosy hue
And we see them walking beside us –
They share the same air; the same views
But we see grey


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