A GOOD MAN STARES BLANKLY AT THE WALL <br />A HOLLOW STALKING <br />MARKING HIS HEART <br />MAKING HEAVY IT'S EVERY RISE <br />AND FALL. <br />A GIRL BEHIND THE SHOP COUNTER <br />LOOKS ON CONFUSED <br />AS THE BIG MAN BREAKS DOWN TO CRY <br />SHE IS ASKED, <br />BUT KNOWS NOT WHY <br />A GLASS OF WINE LEFT WITH LOVE AT NINE <br />IS POURED AWAY IN THE MORNING, AGAIN <br />AS HE GRABS HIS COAT <br />AND WALKS INTO THE MORNING RAIN<br /><br />Guy Richard Baldwin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-rain-4/
