• It’s raining outside
    And from time to time
    A thunder-clap can be heard
    A man sits inside with a candle lit
    He’s got a book open,
    But he doesn’t look at it
    It has always been opened to that same page
    Since his poor wife died a few years back
    Instead, he looks toward a calendar
    A date is circled on it
    “Tomorrow,” the man says
    He turns back to the book at the table
    He picks up the book and flips through the pages
    He comes to a picture
    Stuck between the pages of the book
    The man looks at the picture and smiles
    He sits down in his chair and closes his eyes
    A few hours later the clock strikes midnight
    Yesterday has passed on, and so had the man