Good Night

Rain drops on the window

Glowing like pearls in the light

Hauntingly mirror the tears flowing

Down the widow's face at night

That gust of wind on the shore

Making the swings scream in delight

Also carries the silent sob

Of the jilted lover's plight

The early snow in the winter

That makes the young ones joyfully fight

Brings dismay to the homeless

Not knowing where to sleep that night

Should I laugh or should I cry

No more can I rely on other's advice

No more can my mother wish away the question

By putting me to bed and saying Good Night