The Cloud

by Milly Hayward   Jul 13, 2021

I twist and turn upon the wind.
A surfer of all the skies
My age is old, my body worn
but my brain is sharp and wise

Too long, I've journeyed down life's path
Looked down on the changing Earth
The good and bad, I've felt it all
From wrath to sardonic mirth

I've come to realise, its for naught
All are born, then have to die
This pageantry, that plays on.
Begs the eternal question - Why?


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