Sometimes Lonely

The winds come and go Like a cold breeze from long ago Across the sea they blow Up the shore That's where they like to go And past me they seem too flow Blowing my hair to and fro Leaving tears in my eyes As to say sweet child goodbye All at once everything is still Except the sea upon the shore NOTE: This poem was published many years ago in an anthology book under my maiden name Chasteen. I wanted to share this again with you. Thank you