Winter cold we are born
One of strife
To this we are sworn
This, the cycle of life
Into Spring we bound
New lambs bleating
Listen to their sound
Rains stop sleeting
From teens to thirties with a whoop
All around we group.
Along came the forties
In a Summer so bright
Some say the naughties
Everything seems so right.
Into Autumn
Life is a dash
This we tell them
Passes in a flash.
Back into Winter
A peaceful sigh
Dirty and black like sinter
Life passes by
We close our eyes
Each of us we die.
RG
RG...this your poem shows life in terms of an allegory of the passage of the seasons...composed in alternate rhyme and couplet form...giving the touch of rise n fall n occasional balance in the ride of life...it's a good poem...
A really wonderful poem, I really really enjoyed reading this, a great write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A vivid, truthful journey through our hurried life.A well done, worthy write