Kay Salady


A Puff of Smoke

Life is but a puff of smoke that drifts into the air

A dream you dream in early spring beneath the blossom there

Then rains fall down to beat you back and wash you with the mud

Hardened there beneath the feet that toiled in sweat and blood

To grasp a bit of yellow sun within one sky of blue

And all the while your shining light stood right in front of you

Wipe a weary brow tonight so thankful for the days

She held the hand of this old man in her sweet gentle ways

Yes life is but a puff of smoke you see it then it’s gone

It leaves a trail of memories that linger on and on . . .

©Kay Salady

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