A COLD WINDY PLAIN

Posted on 09/04/08, 06:14 pm
I STILL CARE.

THE WORRIES WEIGHT ME.

I GROW OLD.

MY ARMOR IS TARNISHED.

I AM ALONE.

MY FIGHT IS GONE.

MY HOPE LESSENS.

I GROW WEARY , MY LANCE IS BROKEN.

THE WINDMYLLS ARE TOO STRONGE.

MY BONES TOO FRAIL.

I FEAR MY DAYS OF TILTING AY WINDMILLES ARE OVER.

MY FINERY IS TATTERED.

THE INNER FIRE I ONCE HAD IS ONLY EMBERS NOW.

MY JOINTS ACHE.

MY HORSE IS OLD. SO AM I.

MY MIND FAILS ME.

COLD HITS HARD.

THE WIND WHIPS ROUND.

I FEAR IT IS OVER FOR DON QOIXOTI AND I.

kjl 1951. kathy
Showing 4 Replies
  • Reply #1 09/04/08  9:29pm
    I never read Don Quixote, but many are the days that I feel I am tilting at windmills.
  • Reply #2 09/04/08  10:06pm
    Windmills require much tilting...
  • Reply #3 09/06/08  11:19am
    Kathy.... Your poem is very beautiful! :)
  • Reply #4 09/06/08  11:28pm
    I agree it is very beautiful.. thank you for sharing

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