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The Breeze (poem)

Updated on December 15, 2015

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


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


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


Of times I could have set all right

Instead of lilting unaware

Pretend that it all was fair

While blaming everything in sight


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


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


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      Dora Weithers 2 years ago from The Caribbean

      The breeze is "so funny" when you just stand or sit there, eyes closed, and allow yourself to drift mildly along with it. Enjoyable in the moment.