Umbrella Poem by Kelly Aragon

The day I met him,
In the pouring rain,
Was it luck,
Or was it fate?

The bus was late,
And it was cold,
There was no way,
For me to get home,

He stood there quietly,
And then reached over,
Handed me his umbrella,
'Cause he saw me shiver,

I looked up suprised,
And all that he said,
Is that 'If you get too wet, '
'Then you will get sick.'

The bus soon then came,
And we both got on,
And later he said,
'Oh this is my stop, '

I handed the umbrella,
Back up to him,
But he put it right back,
Into my hands,

He told me to 'keep it, '
'You never will know, '
'Maybe we'll meet agian, '
''Don't give it back now'

'When and if, '
'I see you again, '
'I want you to give it, '
'Back to me then, '

He got off the bus,
And walked away,
Before I could even say,
Thank you that day,

One day I saw,
His face again,
In the Obituary,
I wish it hadn't been,

The day of his funeral,
I walked up to his grave,
And laid that umbrella,
That to me he had gave,

A random act of kindness,
He had bestoyed,
And for that,
I thank him now.