Gone With The Wind

A man had wept and then no one,
Did ever get to know where he is,
He was lost, and no one tried to find him,
In the desert, amidst forests, in the ocean and blue.
They contented themselves thinking that the eagle,
Must have swooped down and taken him by her mouth,
But this man kept walking, never listening to them,
He went far far down to the south.
A girl he met a few days later,
Who was happy and merry and smiling and gay,
And he felt a cheerfulness as bright and soothing,
As when sunlight falls on raw hay.
The mask of gladness that she was wearing,
She lent one such to him too,
And whilst people all thought they both were smiling,
None of them the truth knew.
They walked to a desert she had never been to,
And never knew how strong the winds would be,
And then it blew, and took off their masks,
Their masks of happiness, gone with the wind.
And lo! When they saw how each one actually looked,
They found they were happier without their masks,
A wry smile on their faces, because they knew they had,
To one day depart their paths.
Yet they walked and they walk today regardless of what,
Will happen tomorrow, because they know,
What’s gone is gone, let’s be happy today,
These moments will soon be gone with the wind.

3 thoughts on “Gone With The Wind

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  2. Amazing how the beauty of a poem is contained in a few lines 🙂
    “And lo! When they saw how each one actually looked,
    They found they were happier without their masks,” 🙂

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