Four Seasons: Part Three
Man was not meant to live all by himself
Alone, he is nothing but earth and mud
He devices tricks and schemes like an elf
To find his Eve of same flesh, bone and blood
Metals or stones, words and vows are exchanged
Lies as well as truth all wrapped into one
Hoping in time parties won’t get estranged
Above all, lust is lost and love is won
Time will tell if smiles will turn into frowns
And well wishers become gossip mongers
My love and her lady glow in their gowns
While the cleric speaks of signs and wonders
I laugh and let out tears with mixed feelings
I will miss my days of shady dealings
Copyright © Henry Ategie | Year Posted 2017
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