Comments about Joseph Anderson
Seasons Of Life
How like the seasons is our life,
We face the sunshine, storms and strife;
As seasons come, so they must go,
We are enjoined within that flow.
In spring we start our journey new,
When flowers bloom and skies are blue;
The trees are budding, birds will sing,
With youth in bloom, it's always spring.
'Tis summer soon, we are mature,
Face love and kids, home and career;
It's harvest time, success we seek,
These sounds of summer leave us weak.
Then autumn calls to have it's say,
The foliage falls, the hair turns gray;
The chill ...
Perhaps at some point in time
As I lay in final rest,
Someone searching through this rhyme
Might find solace from this test-
Did you search for truth each day?
Could you laugh and shed a tear?
Were there friends along the way?
Did you have and conquer fear?