What Do Rainbows Sound Like Poem by David Whalen

<center>Closed the door…
locked it tight
For the final time
and then no more…
Gazed all about
At the yard…
The flowers…
Where I spent
So many happy hours
and now would spend
no more

The Oleanders
at driveways end
Lantanas blooming
Now as then
Our yellow Roses
Wilted now
Like wrinkled brow
Of ol' cherished friend

The Mulberry tree
Once tall and straight
Just like me
A bit time worn
Of late

Shrug of shoulders
Heavy sigh
Tears course freely
Down my cheek
Long last look
From misty eyes
Once strong body
Now grown old and weak

A chapter of life closes with
the closing of a car's door
One last glance back
From o'er my shoulder
One long last look…
And then…no more

Small comfort in the knowing
That while chapters
weave and wend
The story just keeps growing
Because stories really
Have no end

For some strange reason
My mind wanders
I wonder what…
Rainbows sound like
as the past rolls past
my rheumy eyes
Then I realize
That Rainbows also
Have no true end
And neither
…do our lives…


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