The Wind In My Mind

The wind is blowing through my mind
Not gently breezing through.
It ruffles my thoughts and jumbles them
It will take time to file them anew
I like to file my thoughts in order
Of good ones and of bad
Its keeps things on a steady level
And stops one going mad

Happy thoughts are lifted
To the very fore
Memories of when we first met
You were sitting on the floor
The party was a bit of a flop
We left together and walked
And as we got to know each other
We talked and talked and talked

The wind is blowing stronger
The bad times it reminds
We split up for a lifetime
Well it seemed so in our minds
You persevered and asked me out
I decided you were true
My memory of our wedding day
And how happy I was with you

We had a little flat and furnished it with love.
The trouble was we were ground floor
And the water came in from above.

I look back through some memories
All tumbling in the breeze
The hard times the fun and laughter
The winter of the big freeze
We booked a holiday that year
The best time we ever had
I know it scared us half to death because I was so bad.
It’s a pity I missed part of it as to hospital I went
The baby we were having, to be born he seemed hell bent.

The wind is blowing on my head, now I fight with it for real
It’s just ripped off the shed roof, it looks like it’s been peeled
I better shut my memory box and find my hammer and nails
And fight with wind that’s blowing outside and stop my reminiscent gales.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Esquire Avatar
December 4, 2012 at 1:41 PM
Dear Mandy, Yes Mandy make sure the winds never steel your memories as they have mine a Masterpiece another favorite LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Eternal Liege...Harry
Horsman Avatar
October 11, 2012 at 2:07 PM
another gem, very interesting to read....
Henderson Avatar
December 8, 2011 at 6:23 PM
I can relate to the flat. We had a garage apartment, very small. Thanks for the recent comments you made on my poem.
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
December 8, 2011 at 6:47 PM
My Pleasure I e xnjoyed it. Thanks
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