Fountain Of Youth
No one can remain young forever;
it’s nothing to do with reason;
all the years seem to run together;
youth is merely a season.
Youthful beauty is worn as a crown;
but, upon it, you cannot rely;
all physicality must wear down;
and then, eventually die.
Every season has its own special reward;
but Spring seems a season of choice;
Winter of life; is the most often deplored;
a time when death lends his voice.
Summer is time to achieve all success;
reaping all, that efforts have sown;
time for families; and love’s sweet caress;
and a peace, beyond all we’ve known.
Autumn is a season for solemn reflection;
we sense our life swiftly passing;
recalling memories of a past rejection;
realizing only memories are lasting.
Winter is the time for growing old;
approaching life’s last page;
gaining wisdom; or so we’re told;
viewed as that old sage.
Spring, once again, is the season of rebirth;
love springs eternal from God’s fountain;
a time for the grasses to replenish the earth;
and us, to again, climb God’s mountain.
Monty 8/8/23. # 1,730