A friend of mine turned 30 and sort of panicked. I then just played around with the similarities of a year and a lifetime. This is what I came up with. It's not meant to be taken seriously.
When spring has passed and summer's here
And all fresh feelings settled,
When May may wake in us the fear,
Of just another passing year,
And precious times just wasted.
Now when this happens to our lives
and spring just turns to summer
And heat and dust is rising high
and then we start to love the lie
that there's another one coming.
Why don't we call this summer 'sprung'?
Since 'spring' is in the past.
I tried to spring just one year back
but well defined our time keeps track
of the amount we lasted.
Poetry by Century
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Written on 2007-05-13 at 16:15
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Spring will pass
When spring has passed and summer's here
And all fresh feelings settled,
When May may wake in us the fear,
Of just another passing year,
And precious times just wasted.
Now when this happens to our lives
and spring just turns to summer
And heat and dust is rising high
and then we start to love the lie
that there's another one coming.
Why don't we call this summer 'sprung'?
Since 'spring' is in the past.
I tried to spring just one year back
but well defined our time keeps track
of the amount we lasted.
Poetry by Century
Read 780 times
Written on 2007-05-13 at 16:15
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