There was a time
When I was exhilarated
As the wind played games
With my hair . . .
Tugging teasingly at my clothes
But now it is an irritation . .
Something hard to tolerate
But what can one do . .
But pander to its thoughtlessness
There was a time . .
When everything was fun
Joy spilled across the garden
In the form of leaves and blossom
Oh the freshness of everything
How grand it was then . .
Sadly those times have gone
But now the wretched wind . .
Just ignores my melancholy
In its ignorance
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