SUNDAY I CAME OUT OF THE CLOSET:
I came out of the closet yesterday.
The weather determined that.
It was pouring with rain from morning til night,
A most regreful fact.
Yes! I am the humble umbrella.
Only needed when to keep folk dry.
There are many different varieties of us,
I noticed as people walked by.
I am brightly coloured.
My owner prefer pretty things.
As I paraded the street getting wet,
I didn't even see a bird on the wing.
Of course there are long black umbrella's
Rolled up on the business gent's arm
With bowler hat on head and carrying a briefcase,
Thinking everyone will fall for his charm.
In the summer it's a different story.
A posher umbrella is evident.
A parosol to keep the sun off people
As in the garden or beach much time is spent.
Well, I'm back home now,
And all dried out awaiting the next downpour.
Or will I be put back in the closet,
My use not needed anymore?
You see my lady was looking,
At new umbrella's in the store.
Will we not weather any new storms together?
Me being lost to oblivion for evermore?
Copyright Yvonne Lewis 30/01/2017: