I don’t claim to be a poet. Tonight I had the words “An open umbrella in the wind” in my head and decide to put fingers to keyboard and see what happened. And here it is.
An open umbrella in the wind
The breeze of life tosses to and fro
Tumbling yonder here and there
There’s no telling whence and yet to where
Ponder not this simple life
Enjoy the bumps between the flights
Standing long at rest you’ll rarely be
Life’s ups and downs, so be, so be.
Photo taken of a pondering gentleman in front of me on a flight.