Wind 'N Sand
By: Wayne Brown
Well, here you are upon this high hill
The one you chose; written in your will
The perfect spot to gaze upon the land
A witness as the wind blows away the sand
There is nothing more to do now; it’s done
You climbed every hill; completed every run
But, in the end, it all comes down to the same
Parallel lines come together ending life’s game
Some say, “Those few with the most toys win”
If so, then maybe you saw victory in the end
You had material things most folks treasure
But what of happiness; is there any measure?
Things were left undone in so many places
Frowns were worn on like painted clown faces
Yet you never noticed as you walked on past
Hurrying to your next stop as you left the last
Then one day all the lights are glowing red
One day the eyes don’t open; stone-cold dead
The birds don’t sing and the rains don’t fall
Life is finished; at the end, you have seen it all
Nothing left but to come to this high hill
The one that you requested in your will
Brought here by your friends and fellowman
To rest here as the wind erodes away the sand
©Copyright WBrown2012. All Rights Reserved.
23 February 2012
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