Duty Calls
Dark gray clouds amassed hidding red sunrise
East gentle breeze bringing a storm at last
Trees dance and sway with delighted surprise
As the wind swishes swirls twirls right on past
He tickles their fancy leaves quite fast
Fickle wind blowing whispy swirling clouds
That fly beneath white shell clouds that last
Back and forth blocking sun's white glow like shroud
Duty calls me forth to handle few tasks
While the wind will tousle my shirt and hair
Out in garden gathering but not bask
In sun, for clouds cover that sun's flare
Life of duty fulfilled, will there be folly?
None knows_duty, fun, folly, finale', melancoly_____
Finis
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