The Winds of Time

Copyright ©1996 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
All rights reserved

I am like a sheet of discarded paper in an alley,
whirling and twirling,
forever being
blown by the winds of time.

I never seem to stay in any one place for very long,
but someday
I will find a corner that these winds will hold me into.

This will be the place where I belong.
It will feel right and I will know that
it's where the wind was trying to put me all along.