THE OTHER SIDE

An October afternoon:
Wet and still,
drenched
under a broken umbrella.

Nobody cares
To ask why or to wonder,
And nobody dares
To snicker or smile.

I’ve learned
the men of this road
are hasty and impulsive,
selfish and cruel,
always wishing,
wanting
and waiting
to win.

So often I question
Why I bother to walk
On the road of
the so-called "life".

An October afternoon,
Wet and still,
I look up to the sky and smile.
Because I realize that
there is better side.
And that side is waiting
For me.

Here's to where life will bring each of us.