Feeling poetical…

We talk about life like seasons
Those different stages of life
The spring being our childhood
Summer, settled with husband or wife
Autumn comes bringing changes
Then winter creeps up on us all
It’s in our hands, our legacy
Do we leave smiles or tears that will fall?

But recently the seasons
Have not conformed too well
The fresh spring being frozen
The summer a fiery hell
And autumn, well thats still a muddle
Sometimes cold, sometimes hot
But winter merges within it too
Do we need woollies or not?

And so it seems life is following
A pattern just as confused
Our childhoods seem to be shortening
It’s hard to keep kids amused
Adulthood creeps up on us quickly
Responsibilities turning up heat
Some live a life of luxury
Others scamble for food to eat

Midlife crises and changes
Creep upon us before we know
Even our ladygardens showing
Early sprinkles of ‘snow’!
And the winter, oh the winter
Lasts longer than before
Longer lives, better health, more resources
A blessing or a chore?

Life is not meant to be simple
Not always going to plan
And so we should remember
To take opportunity where we can
Do all the things you want to
Work, write, travel, cook, dance, sing
Don’t let your winter arrive
Having not done anything

Ritu 2018

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