In with a Song, Out with a Measure of Silence
This day in early March sings
in a gust of wind it brings
the season’s change
life I’ve known rearranged
one day warm the next cold
nature’s changing moods to behold
when each day when I’m awake
nature’s tempestuous moods to partake.
Talk of the weather brings smiles and frowns
what goes up also goes down
and as we face our days of strife
the next day brings cloud in the sky.
My friend, beware of March’s ides
a time when emperors live and die
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