HOWLING WINDS
Oh how sad the sound, a sound the howling wind makes
As it cries, screams, shouts, tears, wrecks and breaks.
What anguished sounds project from a wretched soul
That roams the earth, lost, waiting in pain to be whole.
A human heart that beats not for others, only cares for self,
Seeks in life only worldly things, strive for money or wealth,
Will, when death calls, have no peace of soul or mind,
But howl their frightened warning to all of mankind.
Can you hear the call for help when the wind howls loud?
For it is the cries of anguish of a large unloving crowd
Who would never see a beggars hand and drop a coin,
Or give a meal to a hungry man, in a hunt for the lost join.
So listen friend, to the howling wind, hear the message strong,
As it cries out its warning to the massive heartless throng.
Be Good, be Kind, help others along live’s busy way,
Or you will join the howling wind, crying night and day.

M Ann Margetson © January 30, 2000
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