THE COLD AND BITTER WIND
The night was howling as was his mind
And all the time his want was kind
He spoke no more as if a mute
And with his soul he was in dispute
But still the days went and came
And all the hours he kept the same
His plans they all went out the door
Not now not then but way before.
A LOCAL STORE
As he made his way by the light of the moon
He struggled to hear a wavering tune
He thought it one he'd heard before
When working at a local store
As he made his way with the use of his feet
he remembered a face he'd forgotten to greet
It was a friend from long ago
But why in mind he did not know
As he made his way in the heat of the sun
His thoughts wandered back to summer fun
Of days in central by a big blue lake
And in the pines things seemed to shake.
MILES AWAY
His thoughts and mind were miles away
As he gazed at sea
And as he tried to shape his day
His best he hoped to be
And so it was that he was tempted
And taken by the waves
so he set out apon a boat
To explore some distant bays
The wind the mast the glowering clouds
Came apon him fast
And as he gripped apon the rail
His life before him passed.
