Seasons
Seasons will end
Broken hearts can mend
Nothing is forever
So why pretend
Springs blossoms were blooming
Summer was consuming
Watching leaves fall
Winter is brewing
Soon green will be gone
Some stuck in their homes
Frigid and freezing
Until Springs thaw
Nothing is forever
Except forever itself
Time just keeps ticking
Like a clock on a shelf
Copyright © David Maynard | Year Posted 2019
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