Rain Out On the Garden Path

The day was wet, and I stayed in,
The rain out on the garden path,
A brand new book I could begin,
Then stare out at the aftermath.

For I was wise when ten of years,
And I could solve all mysteries —
My future still held all careers,
With no chagrin, and no disease.

The book was good, I read it long,
Into the windy, rainy night;
A copy still sits on my shelf,
And on its face, I see the light

Of many years and hopes ago,
When dreams were all of would and can,
And rain out on the garden path
Foretold a person who
I’ve never

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