WINDS OF CHANGE – A SONNET
Whirling and swirling in patterns so strange
The dust in the backyard is dancing about
This isn’t the same as that strange winds of change
It makes things once certain now seem full of doubt
The future’s scarce like that swirling of dust
For it’s in no way as easy to see
We wax in each boom then wane in each bust
Erratic are markets said to be free
Who can be secure when savings decline?
When money is short and times become hard
Beneath a dark cloud, who sees the sunshine?
Like dust and like dirt out there in the yard
Oft times we’ve seen such the swirlings of hate
Now new Winds of Change will beckon our Fate
©Copyright January 24, 2009 by Trevor Morgan