Whispers In the Wind
In the autumn of life, I hear whispers in the wind,
faint voices blowing from the buried past
Premature deaths of true enemies and fake friends
In the spring of life, the die was then cast;
I chose to walk down the righteous path, towards the Light
They chose to have their dark flag flown at half-mast
Desiring to become phantom creatures of the night,
they loved sucking blood, and being covered in mud
Breaking the laws of God with sheer demonic delight
In the summer of life, the sweet fruit grew from the bud,
and the right choices were there to pluck most liberally
But their fireworks of hypocrisy fizzled with an unflared dud
Empty vessels of vanity they foolishly chose to be,
wayward ships foaming out their shame, dashed upon the rocks
Evil cargo of ill-repute tossed and scattered to the sea
In the winter of salvation, redemption got plowed under and blocked
for those who died premature deaths of true enemies and fake friends
And upon every barren, fallow field the ravens all came and flocked
as I walked in the autumn of life, hearing faint whispers in the wind
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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