Whispering wings pass
They speak stories to my ears
As the sun pushes the cold
air to the west
I ponder life with
mosquitoes zipping by
The Past - it drove me
and my future for so long
Decisions and words made from anger
Instead of love and empathy
They haunt me still and draw tears
The kind that barely leave the silent eye
Looking down at my arm
I see grey hairs invading
They are not bad or good
They just ARE
I will make up for my past
The way thru this is
with love