Rain Pie Poem by Paul C. Maybury Jr.

Like the man who perpetually misses the train,
From searching the sock drawer again and again.
The kind who forgets to come out of the rain,
The kindly and amiable…scatterbrain.
I am a man some would judge less than sane,
I beg to differ, and I live in my brain.
I’m distant from you, as I’m distant from pain.

So why do I speak to you, why do I try?
Have you ever heard me? That sound was my cry.
The truth is I’m strange. I can’t bear to lie.
I do it of course. I still have to get by.
It’s just I can’t bear it. And that’s why I cry.
I smile when I do it, so maybe that’s why,
you seem to feel no pain, you know, when you lie.