Judy Aron

Drift

I’m a shadow on your town.

A drifter passing through with no ties there to hold me down.

You never know what I may bring.

The gift of life. Or pain and suffering.

You didn’t count on this at all.

My disposition darkens with each moment that I stall.

While the sky falls sullenly to gray,

You look at me expectantly, to see what I might say.

I look down upon the land. Take all I can take.

Leave my mark, and drift away.

You’re fair weather from below.

Sometimes glad to see me - Sometimes wishing I would go.

Well I’m sorry if I rain on your parade,

But you know you had it coming anyway…

I can’t stop now. I’ll just let it pour.

I’ll beat down til you can’t take it anymore.

You may tire of my song,

But you’ll miss you me if I’m gone too long.