Life and Death.
The raindrop slides slowly
down the windscreen,
like a teardrop falling
down a cheek.
Reaching the bottom,
it is engulfed
and disappears from sight,
swept aside by
merciless wiper blades,
cut off in the prime
of its journey.
The rain continues falling,
yet never can any individual raindrop
be replaced.
Another tear appears,
joining the torrent.
This poem is from my collection Outside, Inside.
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