Life Is Like a Maypole
The Maypole is as the Pillar of the community,
Wrapped by ribbons of love.
To be wrapped in love that comes from above;
Is all I am thinking of.
It happens in May the spring of the year;
And by many this festivity is held near and dear.
New birth, new life; the birthing of a soul,
Is represented here by the Maypole.
Mayday, Mayday; new beginnings is on the way.
It all springs forth as a new dawn begins,
And then the Maypole festivities comes to an end.
Around the same time the very next year;
All of the festivities... reappear.
Just as life cycles, so does this day,
I wonder will it ever go away.
Mayday, Mayday; it will never end,
As your life transitions, a new one begins.
Penned 2/10/2015
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