A Collection of Short Stories and Poems

The Lonely Man

He walks down the lonely road

In the cold chilly weather.

Neither a frown nor a smile on his face.

And although the rain pours down harder than ever

He keeps walking lifelessly

Never taking any shelter.

And then a car passes by

As he watches silently.

The driver of the car sees him in the mirror

Steps on the brakes hastily

The raindrops make a terrible sound

On the roof of the car as they come crashing down.

But he does not walk any faster

And she waits in the car for him, patiently.

Just as he approaches the car

She lowers her window.

And with a bright, pleasant face

Asks him where does he want to go

Because she was heading towards the city

And he looked like he could use some company

So she asks him, would he ride along

Or does he prefer to be alone

He looked into her perfect brown eyes

And her beautiful black hair.

And as the Cupid looked down on these two

There no longer was any rain to bear.

Because the storm had passed

And was replaced by a perfect morn.

A clear blue sky had come over,

The dark gloomy clouds were long gone.

And if you were there,

You would hear the birds sing a lovesong.

And if you could feel the air,

You would feel it was a little warm.

Because the cold night

Had been followed by this surreal dawn

The flowers on the trees

Had a fantastic red colour.

And although no words left his mouth,

He smiled at the stranger.

She waited and waited and waited some more

But was disappointed on not receiving an answer.

And so she rolled up her window

And drove down the road in front of her.

But the clear blue sky immediately fades away

Dark grey clouds are overhead again.

The birds are not singing anymore

The weather turns cold and it begins to rain.

The beautiful red flowers fall down from the trees

And are carried by the rainwater to the drain.

He resumes his walking down the lonely road.

And promises himself that from smiling again he would refrain.

And so he walks down the lonely road

In the cold chilly weather.

Neither a frown nor a smile on his face.

And although the rain pours down harder than ever

He keeps walking lifelessly

Never taking any shelter.