The Seasons of Our Lives

 

The Seasons of Our Lives

And the disappointing spring becomes
warm seasons like the summer rains
that bring the promise of autumn fruit
and fading like the winter sun.

The seasons of our lives pass so easily,
like the dawn becomes the day, then sunset
before we have done any of those things
we promised each other as the night

fell away and sheets were pulled back,
ready to face a brand new day.
We grow older quicker than we know
and find strangers stare back from mirrors.

Someone that could be our parent
watching us like a stranger, wondering
whatever happened to all those seasons
and all those days and all those schemes

and dreams that filled our young days.
We were not going to end like this,
just one more faded face in a mirror.
We were going to change this world
so it stayed spring for ever more.