Frank Adie Poems
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Invisible and yet so real,
My gentle breezy friend;
I always know you are passing by,
When the trees nod their heads.
When will you stop to shake my hand?
And reveal your faceless face?
You pass my way every now and then,
In your peculiar feline pace.
Heat boasts when you go to sleep,
In a brash and brazen way;
Then you surface to make me kip,
In a soft and soothing way.
Your joy is just a gentle wind,
That cuddles and caresses my skin;
Your anger is a violent blizzard,
That wreaks havoc like a brakeless train.
One certainty I know will befall me
As I journey along life's road: is death.
When will it come?
Where will it happen?
And how? I do not know.
Where will I be?
What will I be doing?