Once the drums start rolling

We march forward. Stiffly.

Upright, uptight and ramrod straight

Not giving in an inch or bending

To the throbbing tom toms of life


When the wind starts howling

We press on doggedly

While wise old trees gently sway

To that age-long tune the wind plays

So it might not break


As our strength starts to ebb

We halt as we realize

That life is more easy –consciously following the path of the wind

Than struggling against it

And tiring before our destination is reached.


The wind of change is constant

It is the only unchanging law in life

It is the music to which we must dance

It is the fresh breath that soul gasps for.


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