Weather Boy
A Boy is standing close to the houses
Umbrella's are dancing against the street lights
Footsteps are moving the sidewalk
Rafts are drifting out of his sight
Outside it's freezing cold
The night shows the ghost of the city
Shrouded in a coat of richess and greed
Blind by-an-out cold incentive
Glasses staring through a window of tears
Outside it's freezing cold
Writer/s: Waikoshing
