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Tears. The wind whistled softly to my unwilling ears, Down my cheeks flows a rush of gentle tears. Once long ago another wind did blow, There were no tears just my cheeks aglow. I was young I had youth on my side, It is easy youthful emotions to hide. I rode the storms of threatening despair, Perhaps in those far off times I just did not care. Strength too was always at my call, Nothing could upset me or bring me to a fall. I took everything, but everything in my stride, Was I just foolish or steeped in my own pride? I was definitely not concerned with wealth, Certainly gave no thought to my health. I was just I as egoistic as can be, I had no eyes for others; I did not want to see, Those peoples, strangers had a need of me. In the years that passed a mellowing set in, I no longer took everything on my chin. Deepest poverty many were the poor, I turned away none that came knocking on my door. My life had a purpose at long last, Time had showed me that life is too fast. To make reperarations I gave to charity, I had finally found the true the real me. A new person had risen from the ashes of the old, My heart is now warm, no more the deadly cold. Now the winds may blow to my unwilling ear, For I feel no shame as I gently shed a tear. © Bernard Shaw [log in to unmask] http://members.chello.at/bernard.shaw/poetry.html http://www.postpoems.com/members/bern/