No season more storied than Spring is
Or sung about either in youth painéd song.
Its just that with me, the thing is
Those pains, and that youth, are long gone.
I can look at new flowers and feel no heart’s pang
For seasons will change, this I know.
I look at the greening, ken songs I once sang
Still in my heart, no sadness will grow.
So is it a loss, or is it a gain?
This feeling, or lack that I feel.
Have I grown colder, or only more sane?
Well, who cares, its not a big deal.
(Roslindale, Spring 2008)
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