Missed Seasons

As seasons go by and friends grow old,
We sit and wonder, in the winters cold;
To speculate on what might have been,
Oportunities missed, and visions forseen;
A warmth found home, in the heart.

Spring arrives, and leaves begin to bud,
The winters snow turns the path to mud,
But the hope that blossomes bright and flies,
Keeps on going, and never dies,
Kept high aloft, deep in the heart.

The Summer heat bakes the mud to stone,
And makes tempers short,we sit alone;
The cool nights sooth and bring together,
In friendship we talk,this could last forever
The sentiment echoed, in the heart.

Autumn leaves fall like truths of reality,
Dying in part of life's vitality,
The future plain on things we missed
We can only dream, we never even kissed,
But the hope remains on, deep in my heart.

Written by MMTM - 20-Oct-90 02:00:00