Today we consider the wind.
It's a lazy wind.
Lazy?
Aye, lazy - blows through you
And won't go round you.
A lazy wind.
A wind that blows no good
From nowhere.
It has been said that a fool
Is but a bag of wind.
A lazy fool cannot
Help but blow his foolish wind
In your face.
His wind will strip the skin from your bones
And the levity from your life
Without a single regret.
It's an ill wind that blows no-one any good.
But this wind is terminally ill
And the fools are extinguishing
The wise by their intemperate gusting.
Oh, for the wind of change instead.
(c) 2ndwitch, 10/04/19
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