Drawn-Out Season Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I've seen the summer roses fade,
I've noticed the last girl in an Easter Parade,
I've watched the late autumn leaves crumble in the breeze,
I've seen strong men brought to their knees.

I can't help but believe every heart eventually dies
long before the owner of that heart is lowered into the grave;
I know, for certain, I've entered a drawn-out season
where I've learned to exist without any meaningful, emotional reason.