March...Twas good I got to know you
Goodbye my old friend…
Seems I hardly
got to know you
You breezed in, and then
Took your ease again
Twas ever so hard to ignore you
I enjoyed your company
You're a welcome friend
And a capricious character too
You're a breath of fresh air
A tad crude, yet debonair
With always an air of change about you
At times you display a demeanor so gay,
and At times your demeanor
is much meaner
You have a penchant for white
When you first come to light
Yet your raiment later leans to the greener
You're the friend that reminds me
To pause and take stock
That all things change for the better
And that when you depart
You take a bit of my heart
And leave me the wiser (and wetter!)
With a bit of good luck,
I'll perchance see you again
Next year when you breeze in anew
But should I not be here
When you breeze in next year
…March…
Aye, twas good… I got to know you
poem by David Whalen
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