The Wind

When I was young through beauties gaze

winds blew by me as if to sing

Their songs of love to me were praise

that lifted me upon their wing

 

Rich did the spoils of time unroll

an empire's trophies I would raise

And write my name across life's scroll

to earn the laurels of friend's praise

 

Can anyone know what will come

when the wind blows us cold and gale

Or what direction it be from

when finally we set our sail

 

But now those days are tempered dear

time's winds no longer sing for me

For now the quiet hush I hear

makes life's truth so easy to see

 

Author's Note

Time has a way of answering our questions if we listen.

Reviews

[Mark]

I don't really understand what God's plan is in this regard, that our abilites and even our destinies seem to remain hidden from us in large measure (if not totally) until we are old, and, looking back, mutter, "Oh, yeah, there's where I shoulda..." I hear in this verse a certain degree of that wistfulness, that regret, and as might be apparent, I can identify with those sentiments completely. May I add here that your ability to render deep and complex thoughts in perfectly crafted rhyme and meter is such a rare ability here, and I commend you highly; it is what, in my not-at-all-humble opinion, changes a mere philosophical ramble into a poem.

[Wondering Mind]

Time is the wisest king of the creation. This is a classic and beautiful write, Tate. Thank you for sharing it with this reader.

[dovetailer]

time teaches us to trim our sail...harness the wind...how sad... in our youth, we let the wind blow us where it will and now, when we see that even the wind has an end, we strive to make the most of it...wishing we'd been wiser instead od fearless...
Great write, Tate

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

There is a lot to learn about life here.

[Norma M Sutton]

Very nice. Beautiful poem and a lovely picture.

[Ladysue]

If we listen..this is an amazing piece...I loved reading this...it speaks volumes..full of wisdom...excellent writing..

[Dana Kathryn]

This is an amazing poem,i can really relate to this one now in my life..Your words flow gracefully..You have a real talent with words..this is a very spiritual write.. i am still learning this one!Awesome job!!! :) Dana-

[David W Moore III]

If we listen. The gap can be closed. If we listen. Problem is there's too much ambient noise. And we are too busy. Nicely written.

[AlieahRose]

THIS ONE IS DEEPER THAN THE OTHER...
THEY'RE BOTH GOOD...
BUT...
THIS ONE WAS MORE "AT HOME..."
GREAT JOB THOUGH...

[nono]

Beautiful....I think it's in agreement that everyone feels freer when the wind blows? lol I like this well expressed you did a nice job on it!

[Michael X]

its an inspiring sentiment tate, this is a recollection of the golden years know matter how
young or old, always the bard, singing the song of the heart and the passion clealy defines
the recollection in terms of loss, what's found and the glory or living to the fullest
in light of decisions that grant good and bad, awsome job here, 100