One more year has come and gone,
Set in truth, all left behind,
Just wonders and worries ahead in time,
Days you’ll cry and nights no rest,
The year to come could soon depress.
Just as age catches your ways,
The light of night you soon will crave,
Into the warmth with sun over head,
Out of the season free of dread.
Seeking your freedom to love as you please,
Yearning for love to quench your disease,
For the winter will come soon in no time,
One more year to feel really sad,
And don’t forget that with the rains,
Comes another unrelenting birthday.
But without this progress,
without this life,
You sit in a hole,
Lost from time.
It's with your age,
That comes your beauty.
It's with this day,
That comes your duty.
To live the way you want you to,
To live your days,
To reap the fruit.
[Postscript: written for the sake of writing, not because I'm depressed - thought I would point that out!]
