The Breeze (poem)
So funny how the gentle breeze
Drifts mildly by I wasn’t there
And even worse I didn’t care
Those wasted breaths of memories
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Of times I could have done much more
A fancy whim or smile to please
Another human soul to ease
And one more heartbeat to explore
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So funny how a puff of air
Now whispers dreams I can’t ignore
Of lives I could have lived before
Forever frozen in despair
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Of times I could have set all right
Instead of lilting unaware
Pretend that it all was fair
While blaming everything in sight
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So funny how soft final gust
Drifts mildly through things held so tight
That all this pain I feel tonight
A payment of my broken trust
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Of times I could have heard the breeze
Which brushed through dawns of far more just
Now waiting there amid the dust
To touch much wiser ears than these