The wind whispers a cold tune, <br />A sense of loneliness fills the air. <br />The unkindness of the world <br />Echoes through my mind. <br /> <br />I hear people starving, <br />Forgive me, for I am not <br /> <br />I am awaken from this <br />Sally Struthers <br />Commercial, <br />Wanting to ride my bicycle <br />One more time, before questions <br />Of heaven and hell arise. <br /> <br />Into the sun we will walk <br />One day, <br />past the clouds. <br />Are we in hell <br />searching for righteousness? <br /> <br />Do we seek that staircase <br />To enlightenment? <br />Do we follow the yellow brick road <br />To wake from this dream <br />Called Life. <br /> <br />Departing this world is no dream, <br />Shadows of an unforgivable past <br />De-illuminates your destination <br />And St. Peter utters <br />“ Sorry we reached our limit”<br /><br />Alfredo Jacques<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wind-whispers/
