I hear the wind, it stirs the trees
And whispers softly to the breeze
Please help me Lord because I’m lost
It matters not what e’er the cost
For I am old, prepared to die
And learning how to say goodbye !
IN MY EAR ( 2015 ) 2015/08/24
I’ve wandered lost through life’s long corridors
Without one question or list of what-fors
Because my heart’s been laden with a trust
That I must perform the deeds I deem just.
It seems I have not found the circumstance
To change my ways or make a second glance
I heard the angels whisper in my ear
Follow your heart it’s no mistake my dear !
Claire V. Bogdanos 