Umbrella

In a time the sun was shining

Umbrella in my hands;

My head in its shadows

of protection and comfort

Then came evening cool

when I still held on

while others required

my shade

But how could I endure that sight:

parasites stealing my prized possession?!

Of course, I fought.

For none was worthy

to snatch the treasure from me!

Fright, fatigue and faint

left me no choice

but let go.

Now into the snow;

I under the rain,

learn to face the storms

©Joel Yap