Life Cycle

Winter cold we are born
One of strife
To this we are sworn
This, the cycle of life

Into Spring we bound
New lambs bleating
Listen to their sound
Rains stop sleeting
From teens to thirties with a whoop
All around we group. 

Along came the forties
In a Summer so bright
Some say the naughties
Everything seems so right. 

Into Autumn
Life is a dash
This we tell them
Passes in a flash. 

Back into Winter
A peaceful sigh
Dirty and black like sinter
Life passes by
We close our eyes
Each of us we die. 

RG

poem by Robert Green
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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