Sometimes ill wind blows my way, it seems
To cast opaque shadows o'er all my dreams
Sending my spirits downward soaring
Causes my life to lose its fragile mooring
I am wondering when this dismal mood lifts
Again, so I may feel the joys of life's finer gifts.
I am not alone, I know, here in the depths
My soul despite its dreary drift is not bereft
Of hope that I shall rise and soar
And know the ecstasy of living once more.
Milt, in an unexpected way i've found i can send a message to you here, hoping you are well and that you see this note. I'm still kickin' and would like to kick PH in its !
I esp. enjoyed these words: " ...........here in the depths My soul despite its dreary drift is not bereft Of hope that I shall rise and soar And know the ecstasy of living once more." good luck! Lift your spirits with Kentucky moonshine. A jug or two and you'll soon be fine....or dead! to MyPoemList bri :)
The ill wind of life, you put it very well. I think everyone knows that feeling.5 *
A well expressed, meaningful poem, with a pleasing rhyme. Wonderfully well done.
I have had to contend with many ill winds blowing in my life. Eventually, though not always, the wind dies down. The pairs of rhymes fit the poem's theme well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well executed poem. Simply outstanding......10++