Guess Who

I am so many things, some harsh, some sweet. A mirage believing I'm what I'm not, expecting an adulation, I deserve naught; I am a breeze blowing from bloom to bloom, caressing and breathing, refreshing in delight. A storm that gathers darkly over the aged hilltops, a harbinger of doom and despondent angry blasts. Perhaps a bee gathering pollen and relishing nectar sweet, a fitting meal for stately queens and princes and kings; I am a game so full of fun, be it open for many, or invented just for one; or maybe a brown leaf that falls in Autumn spent and lifeless, gathered only to be discarded; perhaps a lonely moment now fading, now creating some lovely haunting verse of delightful love. Whatever I am I'll not complain, for after all I'm simply glad to be here. Just a scribble. Had to go to hospital today. Nothing to worry about. ,