As I Walk Alone...(March 25th,2020) Poem by DM W

As I walk alone along the seafront,
I can hear the mournful voice of the wind.
It seems to sing of long, forgotten things.
It gently whispers its secrets to me.
It knows of ebbing tides and distant shores.
It has witnessed the turning of centuries.
Although the future now seems uncertain,
The sea wind will carry on and guide us.
We just have to listen closely to its songs;
As we walk slowly along the sands of time.