Seasons Change
Summers cold
Winters long
All alone
Can’t move on
Phone still ringing
No ones there
Feeling lonesome
No one cares
House is quiet
Windows drawn
No children playing
Empty lawn
Spring is dying
Fall is near
Always crying
But no one hears
Copyright © Steve Crabtree | Year Posted 2017
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