All That's Sure Is the Season

Approaching the winter of my years, Never yet found my reason. So much laughter, so many tears, Yet all that’s sure is the season. To few, all my days; So many spent simply breezin’. Should I regret their waste When all that’s sure is the season? What’s it been about anyway? Perhaps there is no reason. Did so want to learn the truth, But all that’s sure is the season. Always tried to consider others. ‘Tis much easier to be pleasin’. How many are my friends? All that’s sure is the season Felt the urge to make my mark. Fame or fortune was my reason. Fear of failure was my tether, For all that’s sure is the season. A man of Christian faith, Hope God finds me pleasin’. Fair chance tho’, I’ll go to Hell, Yes, all that’s sure is the season. So what of value will I leave? Hearts and souls I may be teasin’ With too few words too few will read, While all that’s sure is the season. Approaching the winter of my years, Never yet found my reason; But thank God for each extra day I search. Still, all that’s sure is the season.