seasons

days can be counted
dance like before
wealth is the ticket
that evens the score
mice in the skirting
tears in the night
springtime is coming
and the world is alight

posing for pictures
dancing with the dead
down in the mouth
turning off instead
love is still living
life is a breeze
save up for summer
so we can take our ease

chance is a good’un
speak as you find
dance with the lady
who’s out of her mind
ring out the morning
call for the cat
rise up for autumn
in a pretty cocked hat

heaven is a lover
slaving away
dance with the sinners
and pray boys pray
in my defense I
never can be found
winter is the truth that’s
buried in the ground

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  1. damommza

     /  May 21, 2013

    Excellent job. As usual, you have made a story in poem form that could cover several chapters..and several years..of one’s life…kudos on this one.

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