At funeral sides
With widows and friends
The passing wind cries -
Yet, never stops, never ends...
Every casket is laid low
Like the ever flowing wind none shall stay
For all must go -
There always shall be, a final day...
Life from somewhere comes
And to everywhere it goes
Yet, tis never truly done -
With what all, God only knows...
So when you feel the souls in the wind
Beginning to blow
All around once again -
Remember, with all the rest, one day you too must go...
sometimes I swear I can hear them as they pass by, absolutely great write.
That wind takes everyone in the end. This is beautiful the way you have handled it here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the end we all must go but it leaves us torn. Are we pleased that we will see our loved ones again, or are we sad that we will leave loved ones behind. Great poem Smoky.