The patter pitter of the rain

Played concert with the

Tock tick of the clock

As my day started with the

Setting of the sun

I could hear the music

Rolling and rocking

From the room next

As people went out and in

Slamming doors

From the window

I strained my neck

To see and look

Behold and lo

People about and up

Flowing fro and to

Like the tides and ebbs

Of swampy waters

The strange sequence

Of events that go and come

Had me bewildered and bothered

But on the down and up

Considered, it may be better

That our fortunes go and come

And fate is as we die and live