Every morning the sun does rise
every evening it goes on to set
that same evening the moon is let
joining in to complete the duet
Every winter is cold and wet
So we cover in layers heavyset
Every summer is hot we sweat
still we cover but with a porous net
like seasons obedient as a new cadet
life is a cycle that one can't offset
In stages it goes as it is preset
dumb and weak are we from its onset
Smart and strong at a stage we get
weakness and senility posing a threat
boring as it may sound just yet
one oddity with a clear mindset
revels in relish with not a bit of a fret
seeking the beauty of it all inset.
Some fool.
YOU ARE READING
Life and a writer.
PoetryThis here is a poem about life, focusing on the constants of the day, the year, and how a writer tries to see and ultimately derive pleasure from his/her observations.
