Living in yesterday,
I hold the fragments together
I wonder - If I let them fall away,
will anything seem worth it, ever…
We go the extra mile
Believing that people will care
Only when they fail to smile
After the deeds are done, do we despair.
That I will never again fall
But after spring comes summer and fall
And winter knocks, with a surprise call
My Grandfather used to love to quote -
"if Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?"
But in his wisdom, he never let me know
that the seasons come - over and over again!