THE SEASONS OF OUR LIVES

In the first of our Seasons, Spring is its name, 
Our lives just beginning, no mention of pain. 
We look at the old with incredible eyes, 
What shall we say, when age never lies? 
Going to school to learn about life,
Pig-tails and pony-tails, no mention of strife.
 
The second of our Seasons, Summer is its name, 
Short skirts and trainers, are all in the game. 
Homework is given, but never delivered, 
Nights out in the cold, but they never shivered. 
Make-up, mascara, nail-varnish and boys, 
Gone are the days, when dolls where their toys.
 
The third of our Seasons, Autumn is its name,
Loving a Man, to him it's a game.
We Love with our Heart, our body, our mind, 
We search all our lives for  ' Mister Valentine '. 
Through man there is born, another new life,
 Sad though to say, she will be no loved wife.
 
The fourth of our Seasons, Winter is its name, 
The years have gone by, it brings one such pain. 
I look back at time, and consider it now,
How have I lived, never taking a vow?
Those dreams we all have, but never see through, 
Perhaps it's because - I never met you!