Through The Seasons Poem by William Mowell

I live through the seasons, living the age of reason

It's turned into the age of madness, and all thats left is sadness

Peace has taken a back seat, no one left on main street

But the dealers and the thugs, what happen to say no to drugs

No one caring about their fellow man, no one living hand in hand

Its all going down the toilet, every one just submit

The working man no longer exists, backstabbing and slitting wrists

To get ahead of the game, everyone should be ashamed

The good ole' boys are still here, but we dwindle from year to year