A gloomy day, rain tapped our windows
I filled the roses in their pot
I watered the tulips, like i do a lot
I filled the white daisies, the flower of lows.
I waited at the counter, a small grin on my face
Watching the old man walk in, seemingly in the wrong place?
He seems distraught, yet that’s probably why
he’s in a black suit and tie.
He paid in cash, a small tear hit his coin
I avoided eye...