You
come ... a feather in the breeze--
Flighty, wispy, weightless ease--
Susceptible to air, a sneeze,
Wavering without warning,
Dubious come every morning.
How did I do yesterday?
Nary a consequence will sway--
Go your own way, doing what you may--
You make the messes . . . I must pay.
You
live ... a feather with no brain--
Thoughtless, spaced-out, promises . . . vain.
You often stay out in the rain
Make yourself sick, “Oh, poor me.”
Why are you blind when others see?
You make our lives misery
Not contemplating what might be.
Vacant heart, love’s pretend;
Like a feather . . . float downwind.