It never rains but it pours

A torrential tide of rainy days

Within these office grays

What little grace I had left

So much unlike the rainy days

Of yesterdays I remember vivid

Fresh morning dew so sweet

The rays of the morning sun

To signal a new day begun

Where dreams and hopes meet

But today this cubicle is my world

The prison of the soul where

No new day will begin

Nay, it’s an endless gray dusk

Oh my iron will turned to rust

And my dreams but time’s repast

When shall the sustenance come?

To rescue me and bring me back

To the grasses of yesteryears

Shining velvet in sunlight’s embrace

Or gently swaying in those rainy days

The rainy days of yesterdays…