Who Am I
I'm like the wind
That dies with setting sun
I'm like the breath
That's lost from distant run
I'm like the stance
Upheld by feeble feet
I'm like the rain
That's turning into sleet
I'm like the Fall
That follows Summers' heat
Facing Winters' glare
Knowing I'll be beat
But still I have
My memories and things
To lift me up like puffy clouds
Upon a sea of dreams.
Rockman :-)
Copyright © Rockman Pritts | Year Posted 2014
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