ADRIFT

A leaf, adrift
goes where the wind blows
floats where the river flows
where it stops
where it goes
it doesn't have a say
it no longer grows
it no longer cares
whether the sun shines
or whether it rains
it only obeys
a little leaf, adrift
ripples in the currents.

DAILY POST:  ADRIFT


Friends, especially those of you who enjoy good and makes-you-think kind of poetry, you may wish to visit JohnCoyote’s poetry page. 🙂 Enjoy his words.

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