And I have been a fool
for I never felt the fire
that gave warmth to the heart
with many a mellow desire .
The wind tried to teach me
but I refused to hear his call
to open myself like the leaves
that kiss the soil at fall
If you were there , you would have laughed at me
or cried softly and held my head
for time that goes by never does return
just like the wise man had once said .
So if you meet my heart , down some dusty road
be sure to convey my regards
and tell him that the fool has learnt
to live life like a game of cards .
(Poem and photograph)