Poetic Verses
Seasons
The little boy is carefree
In the springtime of his life
His heart knows only innocence
A stranger yet to strife.
Then comes the warmth of summer
When he's become a man
Whose future holds such promise
Although without a plan.
But with the birth of autumn
His youth is almost gone
Those days all but forgotten
And yet, life must go on.
Within him or without him
He has but one concern
So driven by the urgency
A living he must earn.
Then finally comes the winter
Much like a thief at night
When he is old and feeble
His eyes no longer bright.
Still, he has much contentment
A happy man is he
Because he is quite satisfied
With who he chose to be.
In the springtime of his life
His heart knows only innocence
A stranger yet to strife.
Then comes the warmth of summer
When he's become a man
Whose future holds such promise
Although without a plan.
But with the birth of autumn
His youth is almost gone
Those days all but forgotten
And yet, life must go on.
Within him or without him
He has but one concern
So driven by the urgency
A living he must earn.
Then finally comes the winter
Much like a thief at night
When he is old and feeble
His eyes no longer bright.
Still, he has much contentment
A happy man is he
Because he is quite satisfied
With who he chose to be.
