lying in the gutter

rain is drumming down on me
sitting lying wasted
don't want to know don't want to see
just how my sadness tasted

remembrance of an older time
spent and gone - forfeited
like a shiver of a crime
being soon be hated

remembrance of what could have been
should it be regretted
remembrance of a world once seen
being not this wetted

changing to a newer self
full of force and will
lying on a lower shelf
waiting for me still

getting up - embracing
all that comes
and all that waits
still - until the racing

rain is drumming down on me
refreshing my spirits
longing to know and longing to see
for how my life will be

Arne Jäger