Seasons of Life

Born into this world we are, in the Spring.
Devoid of scars in our youth, full of zing.
Nothing to worry about, except for a fling.
We wipe our tears away, a new song we sing.

Summer comes as youth slowly fades away.
The flower starts to bloom and we hope it forever stays.
New problems arise, as the heart starts to sway
The future looks bleak, as scars cover the face.

The flower falls to the ground as Autumn closes in,
The winds of change have worn my wrinkled skin.
Days fly by, but time seems to stand still
We keep going round in circles just like a Wind-Mill.

December has arrived as winter sets in.
The flower is now covered in snow, frozen skin.
A life filled with regret now slowly wears thin,
as the season of loneliness continues deep within.