I feel the wind soak through to my soul,
allowing my body to yearn for days of old.
Windy days remind me of years gone by,
often it causes me to get tears in my eyes.
Time slips by to close a day, a month, a year,
gone in a flash until we face ourselves in a mirror.

Time is infinite...nothing stops its imaginative hands,
it soars around the air and throughout the lands.
It's liken to a windy day sweeping away the clutter,
leaving fresh air and clearing out the gutters.
We cannot hold on to a season or capture a time,
it keeps zipping around...we need it out of our minds.


Time doesn't have any mercy nor feel any pain,
the next day arrives and it remains the same.
There's "no" use to fool ourselves into holding it still,
it travel on...against the world and against our will.
Think of time as another day...
never allow it to "steal" of minds in any way.

We must meet time like we face the wind,
enjoy moments fresh air rounds the bend. 
Allow a windy day to cleanse the body and soul...
before we know it we will be lame and old.
Don't allow the grip of time to snatch up the days,
forget about it and keep trucking along the way.