The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.”` William Ward
I Am The Vestment You Did Not Choose
I am eternal, howled the wind
I cover all in temporal skins
Feel my shove, feel my embrace
I am the moment, on the chase
I am the vestment, you did not choose
The emporer's folly, cat's paw on ruse
I graze, and coddle, massage and stroke
I sting, I shove, I bite and choke
For all my unrestricted ways
Abuse or bliss, I never stay
I am eternal, I am the wind
Yet I will never reach.....within
Pax
A
2/6/09
Take care,
Sherry
Sheila
Edwin
And I do believe that
there is a whole world inside.
Axilea
Ron
There is a unique and classic quality to this poem that leads one to read it again. And again.
Well done!
Richard
Regis
hugs
Fee
Sandie Angel :o)
John
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.