Signposts

The streak of grey hairs, a tell tale sign, A reminder of many seasons, Come and gone. A signpost of phases and changes. The voice, an alter ego; Pubic hairs and mammary endowments; A signpost of the changes of many moons gone past. The full bust of a woman, In the prime of life, Like the Sunflower poised, to the Sun in obeisance; But only at noon day, does the zenith of it's glory glow. A signpost of the times. The loins of a teenager, Brazen with absurdities', A signpost of the seasons of development. The cycle of life turns full circle.