All the Seasons  [Back]
                                    
All the seasons, of our life, so terrifying swift,
And to the autumn of our youth, we heedlessly can drift.
Fastly flowing toward the time, when all the lines are cast,
We then look back with open eyes, and hunger for the past.
A tiny, raw and ragged child, afoot in
Fairyland,
That is a child's gifted world, according to
God's plan.
The forest of the parent legs, the sea of headless walls,
Hide the sun from freckled faces, peering down these halls.
The common elder happenings, now mundane to the old,
Captivate the new youth spirit, with wonderment untold.
The heady lure, of all things new, a dazzling delight,
Peels of laughter, squeals of joy, mean everything's all right.
Of our allotted time that we, are given at the start ,
The best will be the time that we, can live while young at heart.
So come with me, and play my love, the clock is ticking loud.
Live new life, new days, new love, and dance upon a cloud.
Recapture youth, with child's heart, young spirits set you free,
See the world with children's sight,
Come and Love with me.



© Iron Otter