My Strange Umbrella

I have a strange umbrella,
That I've carried around for years.
It doesn't protect me from the rain,
But helps shelter me from my fears.

I brandish it like a weapon,
When sadness comes sneaking by.
With all my full force I use it,
To prevent the tears I may cry.

It's carried me safely down many roads,
Sometimes it looks tattered and torn.
But I know when I close my eyes at night,
It will be there when I awake in the morn.

You might think I'm foolish to keep it,
You might shake your head for awhile,
But my strange umbrella will always be with me,
For it's my love of life, and a bright, ready smile.

© Betty Lindsey 17/06/05