The Fifth Season
Life, a miracle too deep to fathom
And each man adds to the cosmic beat.
Passing through stages four,
Human life completes its cyclic round,
Beginning with childhood,
Skipping through youth and middle age,
And ending in crippling old age,
Precisely as the seasons of the year!
Each stage has its thrills and fills
Marked by distinct traits
If childhood is an age of play
Youth, a transition from play to work
Middle age- a time when passions are tempered
Old age, a gradual transfer from sweat to rest!
Life thus sprouts, blooms, fades, and ebbs away
As plants through the seasons four!
Each stage is a link in the chain of life
And birth and death, just doorways in and out
Life after completing its earthly round,
Through vexing trials and waning joys,
Shall enter a world beyond the reach of thought.
Through the gates of death, as we pass,
Yet to another phase of life, we do enter.
As from sleep, we wake to the afterlife,
The fifth season, the close of all seasons!
No more suffering, no more discontent
With a place to dwell where the choir of angels sweetly sing
Where we shall roam non corporeal as free spirits
Where we will not see yet another season!
November. 4.2022
~ Placed Second~
The Fifth Season Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Anthony Biaanco
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