Sum of All Seasons
The sum of all seasons is high,
the day of reckoning is nigh,
there are those that would deny,
know not the when, nor the why.
The run of all reasons is wry,
piled as high as the perennial sky,
but reasons alone won't comply,
when serendipity seasons fly by.
We've come to the summit of sum,
and have got all hurt on the run,
but we don't know how to have fun,
and keep feeding the fat of the gun.
For each and every one in the sun,
has a season to bask in the won,
a time for all acrimony to be done,
and for all to enjoy the hard-won.
All seasons will come to an end,
all things will be renewed again,
as the egg leaves the nest of the hen,
traveling to who knows when.
Copyright 2015 © Ronald W. Hull
3/5/14
The balance of life in seasons transcending change..
our unique travel in nature's rain.
Lady Mary Ann
and keep feeding the fat of the gun.
How sadly true today.
year to year we all have reason to be
thankful and cheer, blessings are bountiful
life is good, strive for peace then our lives
will be complete.....Excellent poem Ron!
"Life is the sum of all the seasons with which it is filled.
And if we have time to enjoy the things most important to us,
life is rich and full indeed..." (sic)
NB: A very beautiful photo, that sums the colours of all seasons.
Thank you Ron, for sharing your words of wisdom.
Sometimes life’s seasons die too soon,
to leave their sad memories with us.
What hopes we by our perceived boon,
those richer fruits shall be the joys of Bacchus.
Hope springs eternal,
As each season ends.
This poem of philosophy,
truly transcends.
Michael D.
If you feel you still have not got what you sow in life, then you'll need to go do some more sowing. Just talking about it wont do you any good. You've got to sow, and then you reap your reward. You must work for the things you want in life and be satisfied. If not, then you still need to work some more.
Anyway...great poem!
Sandie
Love ya!
Jane