The autumn of life
I shall say you and I,
Might be in the same frame of mind,
We now exist in the autumn of our lives,
And if we do,
Then tell me my friend,
Why does it feel like the winter of life?
I think we need to find,
something that will let us feel,
As though we were entering the summer,
No, the spring of our lives,
If not for just the briefest moments of time.
Let us explore,
the happy times we once knew,
when unencumbered by everyday traumas,
which life presents to us now.
We cannot turn back time.
We cannot hide within our memories.
We cannot rail against the darkness.
But fear not, we can curse the winds,
and begin to live once more.