ROAD OF SEASONS

ROAD OF SEASONS

The landscape is alive with spring;
All the grass is turning green.
Days are growing longer and yet,
Passing faster it would seem.

Wild flowers are more beautiful,
Or is that just in my mind?
Sweet smell of earth upon the air,
Or do I alone that find?

For a lot of years I’ve wandered,
Through the seasons warm and cold,
With each one to move more quickly,
On this road to growing old.

I started on a winding path
Leading to an asphalt road,
Accepted good times with the bad,
Ever faster onward strode.

The way has gotten wider now
But the going, not so great,
The curves and hills of middle class
Now a poor man's Interstate.

©08/10/09
Monty


8 - 7 Syllable ABCB Scheme.