Windmills of your mind…
Windmills of your mind
Grandfather told me often,
life move quickly,
make the good day last longer and forget the bad days.
Now old age is upon me,
the windmills of my mind,
so many things,
are twisting and dancing in my head.
They are like,
stories of another person life.
I played soldier, I played saint and I played sinner.
When payment is due. Where do I belong?
Now I wonder,
what are we?
Maybe we are,
just wildflowers,
dancing with the wind for a season,
to be forgotten when the days of Fall appear.
I do follow my Grandfather advice.
Make the good days last forever.
Dancing Coyote
Wonderful poem, John💖
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Thank you dear Judy. One of the greatest songs.
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You’re welcome, John.
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Wow, this really moved me with a melancholy yet beautiful tone, pensive but not regretful, like a quiet, but peaceful enough, slipping away… the imagery of the wildflowers was set to an instrumental ballad in my mind. Even the windmill is a lovely, scenic comparison to the slowly-spinning mind. This one will stay in me awhile… ❤
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Thank you dear Laura. One of the great songs.
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