8: 02 P.m.

8 people standing in the rain,
Only 7 umbrellas.

7 people knowing it all,
I have no clue for you.

7 people have caught the train,
While I was seeking shelter.

7 people now heading home,
As the rain gets to know me better.

poem by John Walls (2007)
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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