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WINDS OF CHANGE
Life is so uncertain!
Like the wind that blows
from one quarter, to turn
and blow from another quarter
within the hour.
Is there a gale
around the corner of
the next bend, or calm
like still waters gently
lapping the shore?
I was a child,
shielded as a flower
behind a steep bank
feeling only the whisper
of the wind,
but, having grown,
I was transplanted
into open ground
to be swayed and bowed
by breeze or storm.
Now I have been
bent and buffeted,
fashioned and shaped by
the capricious, fickle wind
of a lifetime.
