Question

How like the seasons is our life,
We face the sunshine, storms and strife;
As seasons come, so they must go,
We are enjoined within that flow.

In spring we start our journey new,
When flowers bloom and skies are blue;
The trees are budding, birds will sing,
With youth in bloom, it's always spring.

'Tis summer soon, we are mature,
Face love and kids, home and career;
It's harvest time, success we seek,
These sounds of summer leave us weak.

Then autumn calls to have it's say,
The foliage falls, the hair turns gray;
The chill descends and soon the frost,
We think, perhaps on things we lost.

Old winter grips with snow and cold,
We watch our destined fate unfold;
As now we near our time to go
And seek life's final afterglow.

by Joseph Anderson

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Answer 1

Answer:

In spring we start our journey new,

When flowers bloom and skies are blue;

The trees are budding, birds will sing,

With youth in bloom, it's always spring.

'Tis summer soon, we are mature,

Face love and kids, home and career;

It's harvest time, success we seek,

These sounds of summer leave us weak.

Then autumn calls to have it's say,

The foliage falls, the hair turns gray;

The chill descends and soon the frost,

We think, perhaps on things we lost.