How Many More Springs Poem by Francis Duggan

Another Season I've managed to survive
But I feel so happy just to be alive
The nesting wild birds in the park chirp and sing
On this warm and beautiful day in the Spring
Around the flower beds and blossom laden trees
White butterflies flit in the afternoon breeze
A thing of natural beauty is a thing of joy
I've loved Mother Nature since I was a boy
The Reaper who claims all lives will claim the life from me
And how many more Springs will I live for to see?
One only can live for as long as one can
And I'd love for to die as a very old man
On a warm day in Spring when the flowers are in bloom
With the music of the birds floating into my room.