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by George
Rated: ASR · Poetry · Philosophy · #2215267
For everything there's a time and a season.
The Seasons of My Life
Believers in reincarnation: Take Note.

Springtime was my boyhood, ‘twas replete with fun and games,
A golden time of “Let’s Pretend,” with no specific aims.
A time when puppy love for someone special was the rule.
And sometimes things were scary, like the day I entered school.

Summer was adulthood, with its many a troubled phase,
Of husbandry and fatherhood and, yes, some golden days.
With luck and work there was fulfillment in a good career…
A time of schmoozing with my friends while quaffing icy beer.

Autumn was retirement, a time for retrospection …
For poetry and travel, plus a time of hard inspection
Of things left unaccomplished … of ambitions unfulfilled.
That cabin on the lake that there was never time to build.

And now I sit in Winter, feared of giving up the ghost,
But smiling in contentment over things that matter most:
A wondrous wife and children to continue on the way …
They’re seeds to live the seasons four on many a future day.

Am I afraid? Perhaps a bit, of what’s behind the door
That opens on that special day when we are nevermore.
But ‘though I’ve erred along the way, I worry not. You see,
A gentle man died so another Springtime waits for me.
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