The wind lashes, gashes and crashes
Against my weary soul.
It blows as it goes, and then is heard no more.
I sit, watching an evening tide
Sway back and forth
Against my life.
Somehow, somewhere,
Something is just not right.
02/15/1979
Author's Note: From long ago...
Posted on 09/25/2007Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
