Seasons of life
Spring
It’s fashion, it’s passion,
it’s sporting, it’s courting,
it’s all about falling in love.
It’s sowing, it’s growing
and yearning and learning
what it means to walk loved hand in glove.
It’s exploring, deploring,
it’s hoping and coping,
it’s having some muscles to flex.
It’s exciting, inviting,
it’s all new and all you,
the very invention of sex.
Summer
It’s working, some shirking,
ambition, fruition,
a bit, to be honest, yes guv.
It’s slippage, it’s marriage,
it’s squadrons of children,
it’s learning the meaning of love.
It’s romantic and frantic,
energetic and hectic,
the busiest time of our life.
It’s stations, vacations,
promotion, devotion
and knowing you’ve found the right wife.
Autumn
It’s grown kids and grandkids,
retirements and virements,
a warm, fluffy socks kind of love.
It’s possessions, impressions,
it’s cynical, clinical,
the need for a bit of a shove.
It’s grilling, it’s chilling,
it’s box sets and twin sets,
a chance for the world to slow down.
It is cocoa and go-slow,
it’s white hair, -where? -right there,
a stroll down the quiet side of town.
Winter
It’s aching and shaking,
it’s fresh ills and more pills,
above all a chance for reflection.
It’s objective perspective,
it’s welcome and wisdom,
a counting of blessings collection.
It is Lord Above love,
it is last minute faith,
thanks given for each shallow breath.
It’s tearful and cheerful,
it’s goodbyes and don’t cries,
Then finally, my friend, it is death.
This is marvellous, Hobbo. I love the parallels you draw. I love the rhyming scheme. I love the interesting lists you have created. Definitely a masterpiece.
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Thanks, Worms. My gran used to have a mantelpiece, and now I’ve got one! π
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LOL You can hang your Christmas Stocking then. Score!
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Great stuffπ
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Don’t undervalue it. I grew up without a chimney, let alone a mantelpiece. Santa never had a hope. .. unless he slid us pancakes and pizzas under the door.
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Santa is very resourceful! π
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You found the right wife? I’m still undecided.
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Poetic licence!
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This is absolutely brilliant! And all of us I am sure recongnise ourselves in these seasons!
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Aw thanks Mr G. I appreciate the comment.
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You totally aced it. Love this one.
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WooHoo! Thanks! π
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A great idea for a poem set, Hobbo.
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Thank you Chel.π
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Hobbo, this is one of your best. So full of joy, hope and gratitude. Larger than life!
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π Thanks Ulle. 1500 poems and I’ve finally written a good one. Well worth the journey!
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I humbly bow to the brilliance of this verse, Hobbo. Well-done.
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Thank you Karen. A lifetime in the writing, this one! π
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I’m not an expert Hobbo but that’s the best poem I’ve ever read!
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Wow, Vinny. Thanks mate. You need to get out more! π
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Yeah true I’ve only read three to be honest…
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π€£π€£π€£ I’m still well pleased!
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Well done. “Fluffy socks…love” will stick in my mind a long time.
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Thanks. Long as it doesn’t stick in your throat!
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Curious use for socks, my man.
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It would be, that’s true!
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Very nice
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Thanks!
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