Health: a Sojourner

One never contemplates mortality Until our health begins to fade away. In our youth we possessed vitality Thought it would last forever and a day. But comes a season our thoughts will languor And dreams of immortality will wane Like unto annual summer flowers Whose spring advents we never see again. Our health is such a very fragile thing We often take for granted in our lives; And like the blooming flowers in the spring Their stay is brief until their time arrives When all the lovely blooms begin ebbing That's not unlike the health we once possessed A bitter pill to swallow nonetheless.