sapriculous

Seasons change

I don't need a calendar.

What month is it, I do not remember.

How many years have been passing while I was unaware.

Forsake passed innocence and at the future stare.

Beware or you'll fail; beware oh beware!

Another autumn comes glowing orange.

Winter comes again, makes me feel like I'm trapped by a rusty door hinge.

Spring comes, and illuminates my suffering anew.

Summer comes but briefly, as summers often do.

The seasons come and go as they please.

My heart grows weaker with autumn's falling leaves.

Enduring the endless dance of time is hard but more than worth it.

Till' the end of my days I will cherish this time I have bit by bit.

I have changed, the seasons too.

True to myself, my strength has shone through.

I will do whatever I have to.

Like always my mantra shines true:

I'll take what I can get, appreciate each moment as I always do.

I'll be what they wish, a hero, a soldier through and through.