Our prospects endless, our time is now nigh,
The adventure makes our blood soar, and sing.
Grass under our feet, we look to the sky,
Soaking up the fresh renewal of Spring.
But Spring’s a cruel time, didn’t you know?
Starts off with sickness, the common cold peaks -
I got West Nile in March, three years ago -
My bones still ache, and my head, well it shrieks!
Truly, I’m afraid to die, to get ill,
What if this year, I do not recover?
I’m terrified to grow cold, and grow still,
To be buried in the ground down under.
You overstress my friend, you’re still here, yes?
Nature is a natural remedy.
We all pass on someday, do not obsess,
Stay here to observe life’s melody.
I wasn’t done, you see, tax seasons here.
Isn’t that a silly worry to own?
It’s not worry I feel, it's dread, my dear,
Over how many years I’ve now outgrown.
Each April rings a bell I can’t unhear -
How did I forget the joy of my youth?
Memories loose color then disappear,
I’m afraid they’ll all be gone soon, in truth.
And it all repeats again and again -
You expect me to break this fixed cycle?
We share one body we have to defend,
This is all about our life’s survival.
Can we perhaps on just one thing agree?
Cling not to our times of fear, or sorrow.
For even if we are not there to see,
Tomorrow’s winds will yet blow tomorrow.
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