Like the man who perpetually misses the train, <br />From searching the sock drawer again and again. <br />The kind who forgets to come out of the rain, <br />The kindly and amiable…scatterbrain. <br />I am a man some would judge less than sane, <br />I beg to differ, and I live in my brain. <br />I’m distant from you, as I’m distant from pain. <br /> <br />So why do I speak to you, why do I try? <br />Have you ever heard me? That sound was my cry. <br />The truth is I’m strange. I can’t bear to lie. <br />I do it of course. I still have to get by. <br />It’s just I can’t bear it. And that’s why I cry. <br />I smile when I do it, so maybe that’s why, <br />you seem to feel no pain, you know, when you lie.<br /><br />Paul C. Maybury Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-pie/
