The Umbrella Man

There he is, with his dull old umbrella.

Some dreams in his pocket,

no weight in his wallet,

no one to hold hands of,

no room to share thoughts of.

He steps out on the field.

That dull umbrella is his shield.

The hailstorm launches its army on him.

No mercy, no respite.

Destroys the umbrella and bleeds the chin.

Drenched in pain, bleeding in vain,

he runs towards his dome,

stumbles on one black dull umbrella,

of someone looking like home!

She shares her shield,

takes him into a new field

of rainbow and snow,

restores his peace and glow

and he finally smiles!

Her voice helps him focus,

her laughter builds in trust,

Off to the horizon, she will be by his side

until life runs out and days turn into dust.

Unbeknownst to him, the path is of infinite miles.

He is about to return now.

To resurrect those broken dreams,

to rebuild those empty rooms,

to laugh and live, to get and give.

She smiles, hugs him and,

vanishes into the world unknown.

She came like a pardon and left like a pain,

Why was it so and what was to gain?

He ponders till the clouds return .

Heals his old friend, his eyes frown.

His dull old shield is stronger now,

like his big bold fella,

but then again, 

He is just a dull old umbrella.