Cold drab and dreary lost lonely and weary it can become very scary.
Winter, a dreaded season of depression, misplaced aggression wearing
numerous false expressions.
The beginning years filled with fears, unreliable peers and unstable
careers making you shed a million tears.
From starting out young, very high strung often finding yourself in the
dung, from many a slip of the tongue. And loving to play building
foundations on clay, it swings, it sway, soon it's all taken away.
Nonetheless a learning process, some can only guess while others think
life's a game of chess but even through the strife and through the stress
true success come to those who know their blessed.
Once you discover, life's no good living undercover. You look, you listen
you learn true life must be earned and get back a beautiful return.
Winter, a dreaded season, the blessed find the rhyme and find the
reason, spread their wings, do the thing then a lovely song their
lives will start to sing.
Stepping out of winter into spring. Don't stay in winter. Do The Thing.
- Author: Mil57Man ( Offline)
- Published: May 8th, 2020 07:00
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.