All Things Must Pass
The seasons flow and summer dies
To autumn dusk and winter fall,
Cross fades to spring, revitalise
The life that moves throughout them all.
The carriage of the human shell,
Propelled through day, laid rest in night,
In seasons of the heart will dwell
The memories sealed and watertight.
Of all she did, and all she was,
And all she means and all she made,
Of her entirety because
She was the sweetest serenade.
All things must pass eventually,
The sun will rise and likewise set;
She ruled the very heart of me
And never will this heart forget.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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