THE RAIN AND THE BIRD

Today it's raining in my city.

People pass with their umbrellas

And on the roofs you see water,

And you hear its sweet noise...

I am within my house where

Silence is simply wonderful :

You almost can touch this silence:

Then the memories of the past come...

What do I want with the past? 

Well: what does an old man want 

If not to remember of his past? 

Faces and faces they pass 

Through my mind,  but  a bird who I loved, 

He will remain unforgetable - forever! 

Reviews

[Adroit Fanciful Poet]

Nice poem...I like its genre and the image it carries.

[The Brazilian Poet]

Thank you my friend Adroit for your comment! A hug from Brazil!