Mental health
They say a lifetime is a year
But I've lived through may seasons
Winters so harsh and lonely
That I can not breath.
Pursued by shards of ice at every turn -
Ominous autumn with their East winds
I've ignored to my peril!
Fleeting summers: dancing carefree
Unaware of what was to come
Spring, heavy with the dew of
...hopeful...anticipation...
Seasons come an go
But feel eternal
As the cloak of age desents
My only wish is for wisdom
Of what is to come
...and go...
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