• Monday, October 25th, 2010

I was a little boy

I was spring

I bloomed like spring

I “teared” like spring

I blossomed like spring

I smelled like spring

I grew like spring

I was a little boy

I was spring

***

I was a young man

I was summer

I thought like summer

I was “hot” like summer

I worked like summer

I perspired like summer

I “dried” like summer

I grew like summer

I was a young man

I was summer

***

I was middle age, mature man

I was autumn

I thought like autumn

I felt like autumn

I slowed down like autumn

I felt sad like autumn

I ripened like autumn

I was a mature man

I was autumn

***

I am an old man

I am winter

I think like winter

I work like winter

I feel like the last winter

Good bye last spring

Good bye last summer

Good bye last fall

I am an old man

I am the last winter

***

I was a little boy

I was spring

God was with me

I was summer

God was with me

I was autumn

God was with me

I am winter like the last winter

God is with me

Only the elderly and winter can tell how beautiful the spring is

Throughout my entire life I couldn’t find any difference between the tender children’s bodies and minds and the blooming and blossoming spring. God, remain with every child and every spring. I am an old man just like the last winter and before I forget, I’d like to say, “Good bye spring.” God, please don’t’ leave me. Stay with me.

Category: Poetry
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