Incidental Mental

Wind blown and flown,
I dance on my own.
I dance with the wind in the end,
Then dance again.
I’m a lifeless leaf, an abandoned sheaf,
Experiencing life to be brief.
There’s no other flower this entire hour
That can resist the need to cower.
These may be words you’ve sometimes heard
Before scrambled with the sword.
But they cut all the same, taking no names,
And never leaving anyone to blame.
So just for awhile I manage to smile,
And pray there is no guile.
Persuaded you’re gentle, I become mental,
And completely incidental.

6-11-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Through the Years

Through the good and through the bad,
our share of troubles we’ve had.
Yet, somehow we lay here tonight
and everything seems to be alright.
When the sun comes up and shines,
I want you to say that you’re mine.
And when we are together years ahead,
we will be glad that we were wed.

9-24-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. Written for Dawn’s book