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The Fifth Season
Life, a miracle too deep to fathom And each man adds to the cosmic beat. Passing through stages four, Human life completes its cyclic round, Beginning with childhood, Skipping through youth and middle age, And ending in crippling old age, Precisely as the seasons of the year! Each stage has its thrills and fills Marked by distinct traits If childhood is an age of play Youth, a transition from play to work Middle age- a time when passions are tempered Old age, a gradual transfer from sweat to rest! Life thus sprouts, blooms, fades, and ebbs away As plants through the seasons four! Each stage is a link in the chain of life And birth and death, just doorways in and out Life after completing its earthly round, Through vexing trials and waning joys, Shall enter a world beyond the reach of thought. Through the gates of death, as we pass, Yet to another phase of life, we do enter. As from sleep, we wake to the afterlife, The fifth season, the close of all seasons! No more suffering, no more discontent With a place to dwell where the choir of angels sweetly sing Where we shall roam non corporeal as free spirits Where we will not see yet another season! November. 4.2022 ~ Placed Second~ The Fifth Season Poetry Contest Sponsor-Anthony Biaanco
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