My Time.

I sat on the wall wasting time

Well I can the time is mine.

I waited for the train listening

To the rain.

It was time to go I felt the

Snow.

I sat on a seat listening

To the cold wet sleet.

I listened to the old man

Mowing the grass

As time passed.

The weather is bad

It makes me sad.

I’m all behind but I don’t

Mind.

It does not matter its only Rhyme.

By Rita Joel.